#ok consider

the click of heels echo against imposing green walls as she runs to her– the girl she loves, the girl she has loved so long. the embrace is crushing as she weeps, as they both do. she leans to rest her forehead against glinda's, taking a moment to breathe, to gaze into brown eyes. only then does she lean in for a kiss– a gentle thing that grows desperate as she sweeps her fingers into blonde hair, pulling close the love that she almost lost.

shiloh knows she’s a little weird. part of her is so shy, so nervous to talk to new people. but another part of her doesn’t understand the social norms people hold up so doggedly, doesn’t get why you can’t just speak to people. it has everything to do with how she grew up, but that’s little consolation, really. still–– she’s so curious about this shell, she has to ask. in her short time in santa clara, she’s already catalogued and studied most of the insect life she can find on the beach. now, the shellfish and mollusks and sea creatures have begun to fascinate her. “um... excuse me?” she asks the person clearing up the beach, “do you have any idea what kind of shell this is? what kind of creature might’ve lived in it?” it’s cradled carefully in her palms, held out to the stranger in the hopes that they can identify it.

“Well, then.” Jefferson tipped his hat to her. “I do believe that concludes our business. As always,” he took her hand and placed a kiss to her knuckles, brown eyes darting up at her through long lashes, a teasing mirth swirling in their depths, “it was a pleasure working with you.” He straightened. “I know you’ll miss me, but I must be off.”