#florenceroth

Valentine’s Day Meme

❣: My muse says ILY to yours for the first time

They’re laying in Florence’s bed, El’s cobalt blues studying pale features as they discuss their high school experiences. Eleanor’s had consisted mainly of nothing. Nothing worth remembering, anyway; the memories seemed so far away now, it was hard to know that she had a life pre-zombie, pre-shit storm. Then again, life hadn’t been so dandy before the apocalypse either. Figures, she thinks. Two terrible lives, all for the price of one. 

The older blonde returns her focus to Florence’s story about the Pass Christian spring fling, and for a moment, she’s envious. A sad sort of jealously knotting in her belly as she remembers her own teenage years, which were far less spectacular. The most excitement she had was Sunday dinner and a lemon icebox pie during Potlucks. A familiar voice echos in the back of her head, reminding her that’s her fault. Willow always had a way of getting to her, even now. 

A shiver runs down Eleanor’s spine and she scooches closer to her friend, an attempt to leave thoughts of her ex behind. Easier said than done. Instead, she focuses on the sight before her, a beautiful one, she would quite easily admit and her hand lifts to her friend’s cheek, cradling it carefully, as if she were porcelain. She seemed too breakable, perhaps though the next gust of wind would knock her over, leaving her shattered. Maybe that was just her.   

The words leave her mouth quickly, an abrupt “I love you!”as she realized just how mortal they both were. But the words run together, warped by her urgency to get them out. The actress sits up and tries again, pulling the other with her. “I love you–” A moment passes and the corners of El’s lips turn up into a small smile.“I love you, Flo... And I need you to stay safe, okay?” I’ve already lost too much. She doesn’t consider how random her sudden declaration may seem to Florence, she just leans in, pressing their foreheads together. 

“Just stay safe for me, yeah?”