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@lilsupe, 𓂀 “color me impressed, i don’t believe i’ve ever heard fuck used as the noun, verb, adjective, and article, all in the same sentence before.” [ ... ]
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@lilsupe, 𓂀 “color me impressed, i don’t believe i’ve ever heard fuck used as the noun, verb, adjective, and article, all in the same sentence before.” [ ... ]
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years of being a workhorse has rendered you restless. you’re meant to be doing something, alejandra, rest is for civilians, stopping is for quitters. emma storing you away in some random motel can’t change that, it’s your wiring ; you thought hoped vigilante justice could be excused.
@lilsupe : “i believe you promised me you'd lay low.”
a groan, your head lolling back to hit the wall behind you with a dull thud. dark eyes meet emma’s and for the first time in a while you find yourself softening ; she was just trying to help, after all.
“ i’m sorry, okay? it’s just — ” a shrug, picking at chipped purple polish as an excuse to avert your gaze, “ — i feel like a tiger pacing its cage. if i didn’t get out i would’ve — ” what, shorted the outlets in the room? leveled motel with a category 5 wind? you don’t know. maybe, “ i’m sorry. ” to your credit, you do mean it.
[ 8PM ] the long queue of a club, impatient patrons stuck in the rain.
“ whose idea was this again ? ” emma’s, naturally, because as much as flora loves a good time, she hates a crowded club, especially when it involves being damp and crowded under a shoddy umbrella. god, she misses summer.
her frown is a bit unserious, honestly, face adorned in pretty green glitter and gemstones she’d let emma decorate her with. when she looks at emma again flora’s eyes are almost pleading, big brown irises surrounded by red tinged whites, “ what if we just went home and got really high instead, huh ? any takers ? ”
like clockwork, still accepting <3
"Stop looking at me like that."
Layla Williams : I'm not looking at you like anything.
Eye brows were raised, hands lifted as a sign of placating. She knew of the overwhelming pressure that Emma faced being known as Little Cricket. The overwhelming sense of self - deprecation in order to use her powers was such a heartbreaking thought. Layla couldn't image what that was like. She was a girl who wore her heart on her wrists, leaving it to be easily slashed by others. It has been before and will be time and time again. Yet, Layla would not change it. She believed in the good nature of people. In change. Layla had to in order for this world to survive.
Layla Williams : Don't you think there's just - I don't know, healthier ways to use your powers? I'm not judging you, but I want you to be ... Safe.