#ft. verda

WHO — Sebastian & Verda ( @verdadurmaz ).

VALENTINE'S DAY TASK. LOVE LETTER.

Sebastian had been sitting on a stool near the bar for what felt like an eternity, scribbling little doodles on a napkin’s edge while he tried to muster some form of eloquence from his brain. In actuality, he’d probably been sitting there for no more than fifteen minutes, and trying was a heavy overstatement as he really didn’t do much in the way of transcribing any words on the weak piece of paper. To any stranger, it would have appeared as though he hadn’t been working on anything of substance at all, but to him it was very important. This note, despite the irony of it being put together extremely last minute on a bar napkin, was the best idea he ever had. It was his ticket to getting laid, he was sure. Girls loved love letters, didn’t they? All he had to do was emulate a love letter, and he was golden. “Stupid fuckin’ pen,” he cursed under his breath, annoyed that the pressure he was applying was practically shedding the napkin underneath it. With a grumble, he tossed it mindlessly ahead of him, watching it bounce off the end of the counter and drop to the floor. He turned to the person beside him, having at least half the decency not to reach across them. “Can you hand me that pen over there? That one was like, fuckin’ broken or something.”

WHO — Elijah & Verda ( @verdadurmaz ).

Elijah had been told to stay put. His girlfriend had sauntered off somewhere — and where that was, he didn’t exactly know — but he was determined to do as ordered, moving no more than an inch from where he’d been standing. It wasn’t until his eyes could no longer follow her in the crowd that he tore them away from her, looking down to find that he’d been standing next to a large bowl of novelty condoms. A huff of amusement left his lips before he started sorting through them mindlessly. Most of them were pretty normal on the spectrum of flavors, ones like strawberry or vanilla being the most stocked options out of the bunch, but he caught the glimpse of a soda can on one of the individual packages and curiosity got the better of him. “I feel like there’s a line to be drawn somewhere . . .” he murmured quietly, more to himself than to anyone in particular. Although as he felt a pair of eyes on him, he turned his head, laughing a little as he seemingly got caught. “Cola,” he said, the one word being explanation enough as he lifted the flavored condom he’d been referencing towards the other person. “Can’t imagine it’d taste much like soda, all things considered — or y’know, good, for that matter. Definitely one of the more interesting options.”