#vandclisms

                           there was nothing  more  that arizona hated then being  LATE.  alas there she was  rushing  through the crowd that seemingly formed  JUST  to delay her further.  with little time to spare,  the blonde  bolted  through the classroom doors drawing a  few  curious looks.  optics  sweeping  for a vacant seat  ──  and just as her  LUCK  would have it,  the only one unoccupied  happened  to be who she tends to arrive  early  to avoid.  unfortunately,  she would  have  to be civil,  considering she often found herself around the other as they ran with the same crowd.  flashing an  obviously  feigned smile,  the femme took her seat without so much as a  ‘  hello  ’.

@vandclisms

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╰ ✧ *ﾟ✴ :     closed  starter  for     @vandclisms         !

do you  ( miss me )  like i  miss you   ?            fucked  around and got  a t t a c h e d  to you  ...  @vandclisms

ensconced ever so proudly upon the other’s lap, grace guides slim digits affectionately through their thick tresses. her hero ! her saving grace ! and the DAMNATION of the poor fuck that was so unkind to her. ADMIRATION soaked optics fixate SOLELY on them. grimness glimmers in their dark moonstones. dour gaze aptly illustrates just how s e r i o u s the pair are. observing the shape of their mouth as it makes it’s cruel demands, her own petals M E L T into a dreamy simper.  laurel oculars draw a line to the pistol in her partner’s hand, widened with a rare HOPE. “would you really do that for me??”

synopsis. |                         he  was  a  madman,  that  was  about  as  much  as  remy  could  put  together  as  he  was  stood  in  front  of  the  other,  eight  of  ten  fingers  threaded  together  and  hung  at  his  waistline  to  mask  the  tremor  in  his  hands.  what  other  reason  was  there  for  him  to  approach  them ?  after  such  an  unconventional  first  meeting,  nonetheless.  the  music  feels  louder  than  it  should,  jostling  joints  out  of  their  sockets  and  hitting  hard  against  his  eardrums  even  though  remy  can  perfectly  hear  the  conversation  of  another  couple  a  few  feet  to  his  left.  (  he’s  exaggerating  again,  which  only  further  fuels  the  fabricated  nausea  that’s  begun  seeping  into  the  walls  of  his  stomach.  )   a  quarter  of  a  chuckle  manages  to  melt  into  his  next  exhale.  “ sorry. ”  his  voice  is  only  loud  enough  to  be  heard  through  the  music  played  overhead  ;  bless  the  dimly  lit  bar  for  cloaking  the  blush  that  follows,  though  remy’s  well  aware  of  the  fire  perched  on  cheekbones. “  but  can i ..  ”  words  fail  him  immediately  after  that.  how  is  one  meant  to  politely  ask  to  buy  an  hour  without  outright  saying  as  much ?  remy  can  only  hope  and  pray  that  the  way  his  right  shoulder  tucks  in  their  direction  somehow  translates  what  he  can’t  quite  put  together  himself.  “  ── again ?  ” he  adds  after  a  beat,  as  if  that’ll  somehow  make  anything  any  more  clear.   ( @vandclisms​ !! )

                         (  SMS to PRINCESS  )  ;  i know                          (  SMS to PRINCESS  )  ;  i’m in the same damn boat