Jul 19, 2023
@fireflymuses / yasmin + ellie or whoever!
"Ew, how fucking old is that shit? Like a million years? I thought this stuff was supposed to get better with age, or whatever."
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@fireflymuses / yasmin + ellie or whoever!
"Ew, how fucking old is that shit? Like a million years? I thought this stuff was supposed to get better with age, or whatever."
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[ TXT π² Shivvy ] is there a possibility you can actually pick up the fucking phone when i try to call you ? [ TXT π² Shivvy ] like [ TXT π² Shivvy ] not even dad ghosts me like this .
@fireflymuses // txts from rome
a magical work of modern technology. that, to lydia, was an apt description of a bullet train. as she stood there in the station, waiting for it to arrive, she remained close to ellie, keeping a watchful eye on her adopted daughter. (the last thing she ever wanted was to loose sight of her in a foreign place, after all.)
βit should be here any minute,β lydia told ellie, smiling down at her with a level of excitement almost unusual for herself. βwhen it arrives, you might notice how elegant the bullet train is. like a swan. itβs incredible, how such a fast vehicle can slow down so gracefullyββ oops. she was rambling. looking back to ellie, she added on, βyouβve got everything with you, right? we donβt want to leave any bags behind.β
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lydia, why does mom call you babygirl? / eloise
it's been a long drive. relatively quiet. when eloise asks her that question, lydia has to use all of her mental power not to let it affect her driving. her breath catches in her throat, eyes widening, as she stifles out her response.
"o- oh, my godβ" cue an awkward laugh, shaking her head. "y- you know what? how about we talk about something else for the rest of the ride, eloise...?"
@fireflymuses β₯οΈ'd for a canon ow starter! brigitte + killjoy.
"Real glory comes from helping people, not from hurting them."
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@fireflymuses
Kendall was driving home from another morning on his boat. The roads were empty and peaceful with only the occasional car going past. A lonely saxophone was playing in the background as he took the turn towards his estate heading down the rutted road. He was almost at the gate when he spotted the car.
He wasnβt expecting any visitors or friends from the city today and Ilona had left for Los Angeles yesterday afternoon. The plates were from New York and the car itself was a newer model although Kendall didnβt keep up with the latest in automotive design.
He got out and walked towards the driverβs side where he noticed a red-headed woman inside. He knocked on the window and smiled. βCan I, uh, help you with anything?β Β
β Hey, it's okay. β He enters her room carefully, like treating with a wounded animal. Fuck. How much he hates seeing @fireflymuses this way; he sits next to her on the bed, touches her back. A simple gesture, one he never got from his elders, but it's enough to break her armor and allow the tears to come out. β You don't have to go back down for dinner, if you don't want to but maybe... you could tell me what's going on? β
ππππ πΈ πππππ πΈβπ ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππππππ’ !
Her broken voice breaks something inside him. He sighs. Roman once heard some bullshit about a violin chord resonating with the notes of another violin being played across the room. He feels like that with his niece. Her pain reflected on his.
Except he didn't even have a cool uncle who cared about him.
He wants to say he's sorry, that he feels for her, but he doesn't want her to confuse her sympathy for pity, so instead he just says β I know, baby. β as he puts hand on her, combing the mess of her firey head β But, hey! I'm here now. And even when I'm not, I'm always a phone call away, yeah? Next time you wanna bitch about your folks, just lemme know. β
γ €" if i let you pick the movie for movie night, i'm pickin' the snacks. s ' a fair deal. " he shrugs, holding his hands up innocently. " and if you want snack control, i get to pick the movie. "
starter for @fireflymuses / for sarah!