#this is:

Legs draped over georges lap, head in charlis lap, half asleep, her acrylic nails combing through my hair.

Heavenly

-💽

from august 13th

throwback to pre-reveal @star-ls hehehe

this is such a lovely concept🥺💞 it really does sound heavenly. just lounging with the two of them, so comfortable and warm and safe <3 Charli’s acrylics combing your hair? i’m getting tingles just thinking about it hehehe. and maybe George has a hand on your leg or your bum, just resting there, keeping you grounded <3 maybe they’re talking quietly as the credits of the film you were all watching roll on the tv screen. being half asleep, you know the movie is over, but you don’t want it to be because it’s late and you’re all gonna have to go upstairs to bed very soon :,) Charli caresses your cheek with her thumb and asks if you’re still awake. you pretend not to hear. there’s some unintelligible whispering above you and then Charli is scooting out from underneath you and George is gathering you into his arms. you try to keep your limbs loose and heavy, still feigning sleep, like a child after a long car ride. George stands up, cradling you to his chest while your head rests on his shoulder. he’s gonna carry you to bed!🥺 he brings you up the stairs like it’s nothing, and pauses for a moment before gently placing you down on the bed.

“i need a wee,” George says to Charli.

“i’ll tuck her in,” Charli says to George.

the bed must’ve been turned down already because Charli simply lifts the covers from by your feet and drapes them over you. she sits down on the bed with you and brushes some hair from your face. your eyes are closed but you can feel her smiling at you. George comes back and there’s some shuffling and gentle sounds of fabric, clothes being taken off, before they both crawl under the covers on either side of you.

you have to force your lips from curving into a smile as they take turns kissing your cheeks and then kiss each other goodnight above you.

by Arianna Monet

(after Ros Seamark)

Let me be clear: no sea witch would want me like this. My larynx barnacled & slick with desire. She’d look me over; flex her tentacles. I’ve suckled enough brine to know how this ends. Wishes are for girls with bodies pure enough to sacrifice. Painless. Elegant. Reliable as currency. Would that I were so unsunk. Somewhere, another girl is wed to my longing. I’m still choking back seafoam when the nurse calls my name.