#licbilities

“ you live, you learn, you love . . . you’re dead. “ 

        “This looks very bad.” Mary’s voice is soft, gentle, her eyes upturned toward the young woman’s face, beseeching. “I... I understand, if you prefer not to, but are you sure I can’t convince you to see a doctor? I know one, in another town, very discreet, very...” She’s not sure she’s making any headway. “I’m just very worried. I would hate for you to get an infection, or...”

“Typical, that’s a human being for you,” Endora sighs, shaking her head in disgust. “They can’t see anything they don’t believe in, even if it’s right before their eyes.”

stunning. magnifique

         it’s early;  early  enough that  dew  drops  still  cling  to  the  brilliant  green  grass  of  the  academy’s lawn  and  a  thin  mist  still  haunts the  grounds  like  a  phantom,  the  sun  not  yet  bright  enough  to  vanquish  it  back  from  whence  it  came.  brown  eyes  examine the  grounds  from  behind  the  glass  of  a  kitchen window,  and  wendy  peyser  shakes her  head  in  disbelief.  she  turns  her  head  at  the  sound  of  soft  footsteps.  none  of  the  girls  are  awake  yet,  she  knows.  and  even  if  they  were  awake  and  shuffling  about  the  house,  she  could  easily recognize  cordelia’s  footsteps. ‘  good  morning, ’  the  groundskeeper  greets  the  blonde, a  slight  smile  tinging  her  expression.  ‘  look  at  this,  ’  she  says,  voice  light  with  almost-laughter,  ‘  i  just  mowed  yesterday  afternoon  and  the  grass  is  already  almost  ready  to  be  cut. ’  head  shakes slightly  and  the  brunette  raises her  mug  of  tea  to  her  lips.  ‘ sometimes  i  swear  it’s  enchanted  or  something, ’  she  tacks  on,  before taking  a  sip.

@licbilities for ally //

it’s too god damn hot for this. blanche has damp handfuls of hair curled and pressed to the top of her head with her hand. the opposite hand pulls down the collar of that light silk slip; barely there, hardly touching and still some how still too hot with the air conditioning out as it has the entire blessed afternoon. she feels faint with it. sitting in the window, head out to the breeze that stirs in lazy fits and cools sweat wet skin. she sighs heavily, rolls her eyes. sullen as a teenager when she rises to move and drape over the loveseat, the gesture lazy and feline as the heat itself. “how can you read the news when it’s so hot?” she’s whining now, hiking her skirt up. “how can you do anything at all when it’s so terribly hot out?” when she looks to lana it is with an even mix of exhaustion and genuine curiosity. “how can you wear that suit?” only the skirt, but even so. she fans herself idly with her hand but it hardly stirs a breeze and she whines, high and keening, as she throws her head back over the arm.