#llenore

“hey, c’mon - don’t look so sad, i didn’t even fuck anything up yet.” a small grin, all lopsided. the cold air hits bare skin but he barely shivers, merely pads towards the girl in the back of the room, pushing aside the brushes and palettes on the vanity before him to sit on the surface, feet swinging slightly.

he doesn’t wait for the girl to speak, merely tugs at her hands instead, putting palms on top of smaller ones, calloused all the same. “c’mere, stop with all the fucking weeping - ‘s place is overrated as shit anyways, hm? you’re gonna ruin your makeup like that ‘nd laurel’ll will have your head. here, close your eyes - “ he looks at her, eyebrows arched, expectant. “c’mon, humour me. close ‘em. good?”

when he’s satisfied, he pulls out the small paper from the back of his costume, placing it into palms and folding hands over them carefully. “for you. ‘m not sure if i spelt everything right, but it’s the thought the counts or some fuck. don’t tell emme i used all her glitter, hm?”  

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk. 

send me 👀 for my muse’s reaction to the very first time they saw yours 

lenny huerta: i’m pained thinking about this, the first time she saw lenny she was still terrified of everyone and everything and this was also the first person she really saw and knew close to her age, so u gotta imagine emme’s still present guilt that when she first saw lenny she wanted to run away/thought she was part of every other of her mom’s stories, so when she wants to think of meeting her, it’s when lenny was already helping her out of that shell

Who is more affectionate? lenny and it’s the sweetest thing??? lenny is more outwardly affectionate and i bet it embarrasses li hua sometimes but like then she’s like this is Good i can’t complain

Who gets the head pats more often? li hua probably because lenny is a tall girl

Who gives the hugs & who gets the hugs? i think they both give and receive!! probably lenny a bit more frequently on the giving, but watch li hua just do cute random things like bring her like cotton candy or something

Who gives the nicknames & who wishes they would stop with nicknames? let me think of a cute nickname for lenny and i’ll get back to ya

Who’s more likely to say “yes dear” to the other? probably neither tbh?? i imagining them thumbs-upping or high-fiving with a cute little twist on it

Who’s the “I told you so” friend? no one because li hua will probably enable lenny and be like “yes girl!! do whatever you wanna do and live your life, it’s yours to take!!!” so no one’s gonna tell anyone i told you so

Who’s the friend who’s name ends with “no”? see the above lol

Who’s the friend that always has the best advice? lenny probably gives better advice because li hua is stubborn and not the most like considerate person and i’m here like lenny make her more open hearted and understanding please thanks

Who’s always invading the other’s personal space? li hua maybe because she doesn’t really consider things like that but i feel like lenny is actually the more like affectionate?? it’s a mixed bag but no one is like gtfo so no biggie

Who tends to apologize first after an argument? i bet lenny 

Who buys the better presents? lenny again because she’s thoughtful and a real Gem 

Who forgets birthdays more often? i have to keep saying li hua for this question and it hurts me but that’s her pals

Nights in or adventures out? adventures out!! adventuring pals

LENORE HUERTA X WRATH: ( @llenore )

born with a heart too bruised, grew into them adorning neck, lacing hands. thought fear would make a peach-skinned thing curl into her own bones, though wrong, girl laughing. becomes both wolf and girl dressed in hoods of red, sewn with sinew and lullabies you sang to her of a world made of teeth. hums, i think i’ll fit right in, fists swinging, smile ever-enchanting. realize too late that you can make monsters out of the things you wish to protect; how to make captive girls into things feral. 

you must know that wild things are not meant to be caged, must less barricaded.

but boy has spent most of his life tied to chains, is now standing by the blockade of furniture just barely holding back guards with their fists banging, voices shouting and it is one thing to condemn a boy meant to fly to the just-maybe’s of soaring, one thing to pull on chains to ground him to the word monster, one thing to take the stars from him but it is another - another to point fingers and not expect the boy to bite the limb off if he can. 

“so they want a show?” he’s humming, eyes finding the girl next to him, no regard to the girl’s state with how pupils gleam golden, how teeth sharpen until they no longer fit in mouth, razor-sharp and every bit as monstrous as the raging audience outside calls for them. him. 

“wonder if they’ll clap if i juggle their fucking bones, dear lenny?” he asks, voice sickly sweet, chelsea grin leering at the girl before turning to the windows, making sure to catch the eyes of the guards, of the audience. all teeth flashing. “bet heart-swallowing just might be better than a sword.”

TEXTS MEME

Send ‘drunk’ to receive a drunk text from my muse.

[ text: hermana 💐 ] hey hi [ text: hermana 💐 ] i love ygou [ text: hermana 💐 ] also tereh's shrimp here[ text: hermana 💐 ] i'm hiding some ni moy bbra rof yowu for later[ text: hermana 💐 ]iit's my eshrimp pockept[ text: hermana 💐 ] can we make cooskie toinght

Send ‘happy’ to receive a happy/excited text from my muse.

and you would expect nothing less from a moonshot boy, thing built in the night and from the wild, nature curled in his ribcage, in his stomach. untamed. boy with teeth to bite moon craters and call them phases, boy with crown on his head made of the crumbs left behind, some still painting his tongue silver. you would expect no less for the boy to run wild, run free the moment hotel doors opened, the moment guards were distracted.

you would not expect him to come back.

but he does, lips between teeth and eyes quick and bright as fox-boys are so often seen with, sneaking back the door he just ran out of and wrapping himself in the shadows until he sees a familiar figure in the still-bright lights of the ballroom hall, tiptoeing out.

“c’mere - backdoor.” words are fast and clipped, only what is essential. he pulls the girl by the wrist without waiting, out of the golden wash of the hall and into the dark of the alleyways, footsteps needing no light to know where to step.

and somewhere walking becomes running, hushed voices becomes loud laughter, cages of banquet halls becomes sharp air of the outside. of freedom.

(and the two were the same in this, no? perhaps not in carnal pleasures or predatory teeth, but in the wild that runs in their veins. the trill of hearts in chests that sing to be free)

“heels off, c’mon lenny - we aren’t dancing anymore.” he’s grinning, still breathless, still windswept. running slows to a walk as the city lights shine upon them, vying for their attention. “vegas is best explored barefoot, after all. should we grace our presence in a casino, or the nearest strip joint? or, if you’re in the mood for running some more, we’ll grab some food at the nicest restaurant and see how fast we can run on full stomachs.”