#veraharper

Imogen’s voice played in his ear like thoughts that have rolled around in his brainspace multiple times before this trip. Solo asked himself questions about his friends often, but he’d never been prompted to act on them until now. His attention zeroed in on @veraharper. “Vera.” He smiled. “Definitely Vera.” 

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@veraharper

pretty much as soon as sam walks in through the door of the house they’ll all be staying in, he really just wants to find vera and stay with her. he doesn’t know nor care where he’s staying or who he’s staying with at this point, having just spent probably way too much time with Kelly ( although he’s not sure? if they’re friends now? or if this is just the next stage of bickering between them? ) and he’s in need of some spiritual healing. he drops his stuff randomly in the hallway and goes searching for her, kind of avoiding everyone else. he’s already exhausted of them and the week hasn’t even begun yet.

send me a  ♫ ; i will put my music on shuffle and write a drabble about our characters based on the first song that comes up !

[song]

“Solo?”

His head became engulfed in a cloud of cigarette smoke as he coughed. Though her voice was delicate, it still surprised him in the stillness of the evening. He wondered why it was that he often found himself in these moments of surprise.

When the smoke cleared, he could see the young woman’s small frame. It was Vera.

@veraharper

it’s a well-known fact that samuel wade gets very, very affectionate and dramatic and intense when he’s drunk. it’s basically all his normal attributes, just heightened to an extreme, and it doesn’t help that he knows how attractive he is, and has used that on multiple occasions to get what he wants. and usually what he wants when he’s that intoxicated is more drinks, unconditional love for everyone across the globe, and way more skinship and physical affection than most people are comfortable giving. he doesn’t care though, he takes it anyway, he gives it anyway, and he’s strong enough and silly enough and pretty enough to usually get away with it.

especially with someone like vera. sam likes to think of vera as a sort of extension of himself, like they are two halves of the same soul, in a non-romantic sense. he’s dated plenty of girls in the past and he won’t deny that vera is gorgeous and he marvels at her on a regular basis, but some people are too amazing, too beautiful, too pure and good and lovely, for him to try and ruin. and that’s really all he does when he falls for people, he opens them up and pulls them apart, hunts through their thoughts and dreams and likes, gets his finger paint all over their souls until he’s exhausted of them or their exhausted of him. and he doesn’t ever want to do that to vera—she has enough colors in her already.