#flixcatton

I PRAY I WILL I PRAY I MIGHT, STILL BE SOMEBODY WORTH THE FIGHT.

Venetia tilts her head, sucking death into her lungs as she produces a rather long drag from her cigarette. They're rarely without smokes. It's been a shared comfort of theirs for the better part of 6 or so years. She's quiet, calculating precisely how to respond to her brother, one puff after the other before propping the nicotine stick between her fore & middle finger. She licks her lips, forgetting she'd placed on a strawberry flavored lip gloss that catches her lightly off guard before providing a genuine smile. They have the connection of twins born upon the very same day, though they are nearly a year apart. He's been her protector, provider and loudest cheerleader, even when they disagree.

She bites back the notion that he's looking for something, wanting something and instead responds with: "Well I should hope so." Siblings can be soulmates, she's always known it, believed it, cherished it, her eyes flashing to the shared tattoo upon her hand.

Finally, Vennie challenges him, "What have you done?" it's a tease, but also a very real inquisition. What sticky situation shall she be aiding him with this time? Or, perhaps he's seeking a favor. Sometimes he wants to butter her up, while others he's just being a sweetheart. More often than not, it is difficult to tell, even for her, who truly knows Felix better than anyone on planet Earth.

random asks. always welcome.

Venetia presses her palm firmly against her lips, nearly biting it, stifling her fit of laughter. Her eyes close, though it's a bit counterintuitive given the fact that just because she cannot see Felix, does not inherently mean he cannot see her -- though, she did believe so as a child. They're not children anymore. Grown up, gallivanting about the property like a pair of silly youths. Vennie has genuinely missed this. All of it. Having Felix around has calmed her soul, it's re-enriched her life. It's brought color to her pale cheeks. Which is why she's a fit full of giggles as he drags her out from the closet and tosses her over his shoulders, like a rag doll.

"Ooof! Fee!" she squeaks. "I reckon you'll pop my back the next you try that little move." Venetia scolds half-heartedly. "Do be careful, I am precious cargo." she adds, attempting to sit up and preview where's taking her.

The naked book club was over. Farley and Vennie had gone back to the house, so it was just the two of them now in the meadow. Kendall liked being at Saltburn. He liked the birdsong in the mornings and the skies that seemed to stretch for miles around him. The isolation was nice, too. Nobody really knew that he was Kendall Roy out here.

The Cattons were another story. Everything about them seemed fake and artificial from the way they spoke at dinner to the songs they chose when they sang karaoke. Compared to the Roys, they weren’t real people at all. More like a bunch of stock characters that had been pulled from a Shakespeare play or a Waugh novel and placed in Saltburn to do as they well pleased.

It was a usual uneventful evening at the dorms. Kat was sitting on her bed and working on finishing up the last chapter of the book for her English lit class. She still had to write up her essay and it was due in two weeks, causing her a tinge bit of stress. She wasn’t alone though, most nights it seemed she was never really left by herself since meeting Felix. Not that she minded all that much. It became a normal thing at this point and she had to admit the company was nice. Except for the times when he would want her full attention and do all he could to get it away from her schoolwork. She had her window open a bit to let some cool night air in, the day having been particularly warm. The thin strap of her floral maxi dress kept shifting off her shoulder and she reached up to fix it once again. After a moment, she lifts her book to glance down at his head in her lap, chuckling a bit to herself. “Why do you come here if you get so bored?” She prompts, lightly tapping her fingers against the mattress to the soft music playing from her radio. “I thought there was a party tonight?”

smash or pass ! | accepting

        Lulu loved a party – though she wasn’t sure how she ended up at one so grandiose. It was a friend of a friend sort of thing. Not that she minded. As long as it was a good time to be had, she was there. Dressed in a high-quality handmaid sexy Santa costume, she approached the bar with tequila in hand. “Woo! Whose down for Holiday body shots!?”  Freehand reached out to the man before her, “How like – bout you handsome?”

“You really think you can out drink a Texan?” The question is said with a chuckle as Waylon pours two shots to prepare. Personally, he could handle his liquor. It took a lot to get him drunk. “Alright, alright. The rules are we go back and forth saying something relating to Christmas. Can be a movie or tradition. Whatever… but each turn you take has to be the next letter in the alphabet. You mess up, you take a shot,” he decides. “I’ll start… Advent calendar.”