#janefaery

personals  do  not  interact  .

                        marshmallows    were    weird.        they    got    white    powder    all    over    your    fingers    and    were    SQUISHY    AND    SOFT    and    so    sickly    sweet.        not    to    mention    STICKY.        they’re    kind    of    fun    to    throw    though,    which    she    does    MANY    TIMES    when    jane’s    turned    around    from    the    cart    that    cj’s    sitting    in.        her    favorite    technique    is    to    bite    one    in    half    so    it    gets    sticky,    making    it    OH    SO    FUN    for    her    target.        jane’s    so    responsible,    it’s    rather    ANNOYING.        the    fae    girl    plucking    knives    and    other    sharp    things    out    of    her    hands    as    cj    grabs    them    off    the    shelf,    cj    has    half    the    mind    to    DIG    HER    NAILS    into    jane's    wrist    as    she    does    so.        but,    she    doesn’t.        or,    at    least,    NOT    YET.        she    hadn’t    minded    voicing    her    dislike    for    jane    in    the    past,    the    other    seeming    like    the    POSTER    CHILD    of    everything    auradon    stood    for.        which,    was    everything    cj    hated.        it’s    sort    of    DIFFERENT    NOW,    though.        everything    is    fucked    up,    EVERYONE    IS    FUCKED    UP.        they’re    all    just    doing    the    best    they    can,    now.        cj’s    not    sure    WHO    she’s    supposed    to    hate    anymore.        the    two    of    them    reach    the    section    of    the    store    marked        ‘    check-outs    ’        and    cj    knows    those    words    WELL.        she    gets    ready    to    get    them    both    the    fuck    out    of    dodge,    ready    to    run    with    AS    MUCH    in    her    arms    as    she    could    carry.        she’s    done    this    a    million    times    before,    and    the    pirate    has    NEVER    gotten    caught.        only,    jane    doesn’t    look    like    she’s    doing    the    same.        jane,    instead,    mimics    the    movements    of    EVERYONE    ELSE    in    the    store.        and    when    she’s    done    moving    everything    from    the    cart,    including    the    things    in    cj’s    hands.        cj’s    far    too    CONFUSED    to    move    to    take    them    back,    the    look    on    her    face    showing    it.        the    fae    takes    a    TINY    PLASTIC    CARD    and    pushes    it    in    a    machine,    pushes    a    few    buttons    that    make    a    few    noises.        cj    can’t    help    but    think    that    this    is    a    WEIRD    AS    HELL    way    to    steal    shit.                “        what    the    fuck    are    you    doing?        ”

                            chamomile    tea    was    good    for    sleepless    nights,    she    knew    that    well.        but    allie    wasn’t    at    home    with    her    shelves    upon    shelves    of    different    teas,    nor    was    she    anywhere    that    she    knew    where    to    find    any    tea.        not    to    mention    that    she    still    wasn’t    sure    if    she    wanted    to    sleep    yet,    too    afraid    of    the    nightmares    that    might    follow.        it    all    felt    a    little    better    once    the    fairy    caught    sight    of    raven    hair    streaked    with    red,    though    she    was    concerned    for    her    friend’s    lack    of    sleep    as    well.        even    if    she’s    not    one    to    talk.        all    she    can    do    is    hope    not    to    frighten    jane    as    she    speaks,    allie’s    voice    a    startling    contrast    to    the    silence    of    the    night.            “        can’t    sleep?        ”

” so, fuck moms, am i right? “

                    harry  caught  jane  by  her  arm  the  moment  he  had  spotted  her,  pulling  her  close  to  him  as  he  lead  her  out  of  the  busier  part  of  the  crowd  and  behind  one  of  the  tents  where  he  crowded  her  back  against  a  tall  wooden  pillar.  he  practically  towered  over  her,  expression  uncharacteristically  serious  for  a  handful  of  short  seconds  before  he  reached  for  the  leather  string  around  his  neck.  he  tugged  it  out  from  beneath  his  shirt  and  let  the  purity  ring  she  had  left  behind  for  him  into  the  palm  of  his  hand  for  her  to  see  it.        "        you've  got  some  explaining  to  do,  dove.        "

[ sms 📲 → jane ✨ ]: the possibilities are endless, but i’m going to guess that it’s 👑? [ sms 📲 → jane ✨ ]: i mean, it’s the most obvious one. am i correct?

not accepting !

   “ jane! ” expression lights up, a bright smile on his lips as he stands from his chair, hands brushing lightly at his suit to make sure it’s spotless before moving towards her. “ hi, are you okay? is everything okay? do you need something? ”