#mywildflowcr

     Her stomach growled incessantly and her legs ached from her hours for wandering, she hadn’t brought much with her but her backpack and guitar case were beginning to take a toll on her back. Her eyes scanning the street she sighed in relief as she spotted a bus stop bench, making her way over she let her body drop onto the seat, slipped her back pack and guitar case off and began to dig through her bag for the granola bar she was sure she had at the bottom, “Fuck!” she cursed in frustration, feeling the remnants of what had been a granola bar along the bottom of her bag, the bar had been crushed and was nothing more than crumbs now. 

                     “  if  you  are  here  to  speak  with  his  highness,  i  regret  to  inform  you  he  is  occupied,  for  a  time.  is  there  something  i  may  be  able  to  assist  with  in  his  absence?  “

“that’s a really cute top.”

11:11pm - Meow ~ are you awake? 11:12pm - Sorry if I woke you any. I was going to call...ah... 11:12pm - Send me a text if you want a call? Otherwise night night and I’ll see you tomorrow! ^-^

10:00am - You’re late 10:00am - I expect better of those I employ 10:10am - I apologise. That was meant for someone else

“i didn’t hear that.”

Added Notes: Friendship could potentially be possible BUT Victoria is a stubborn and somewhat bitchy woman. In her default verse, she’s working as an agent in the same company as Vanderwood and Seven and her dad’s like one of the top leaders of the company so she’s under a lot of stress to reach up to the expectations her father sets and at times this can make her rather difficult to approach as she’s more or less cut off her emotions in order to survive in her job. Other verse she can be a little more approachable but at first meetings/early on she’ll be snappy and very guarded... so if Annaleigh can stick around long enough for that not to scare her away then maybe ~ 

Well, this wasn’t good at all. He was trying not to worry her and yet it seemed as though he was doing just that. His last mission hadn’t gone quite as nicely as he may have liked it to have done so, and as a result one of his eyes was rather heavily bruised, and yet he couldn’t not come over when he’d promised to do so. It was a promise he could keep. One of very few... “Fine but you arn’t allowed to worry over me”. With a sigh, he pulled off his hat and turned to face her, one eye rather badly swollen behind his lense. “I may have gotten in a tiny tiny fight”