WOOLF.
name + age: up to player gender + pronouns: up to player year + major: fourth, up to player faceclaim: natasha liu bordizzo, gizele oliveira, samantha logan status: open
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if you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people.
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aesthetic:
the taste of iron on bloodied lips. fur coats. smiles half-fuzzy and half-faked. admiration clouded with jealousy. fervid and messy kisses. wondering where do you belong ? uncertainty. a buzz of alcohol in the blood and brain. scuffed patent leather shoes. money to throw around. scripts highlighted and scribbled on. the comforts of human touch.
connections:
bronte
you love bronte. actually, you loved bronte, you really did. they were special and they made your heart beat a little faster any time they were around. but a part of them was exhausting. they compared themself to you, to everyone else around, and you couldnât do it anymore. you broke it off. you said you would still be friends, and for what itâs worth, you have put effort into it. you include them in plans with mutual friends, you invite them to parties. they never come. it stings, but maybe they just donât want to be friends.
eliot
eliot is crass and crude and everything youâve never wanted to be. you joked once that they were raised by wolves, but hell â maybe they were. theyâre angry and lost, at least thatâs what you believe, and they can never let you get a word out without stating the contrary. itâs nothing short of exhausting. youâve hoped theyâd let it go after every winter break, after every summer vacation, but they never have. you wonât give in though, you wonât sink to their level to see them get a taste of their own medicine.
sexton
beyond the shy blush, beyond the wariness, there is a beauty to sexton that has captured your heart. really, they arenât your type, not bold or outgoing, but their softness is endearing. the way they get caught up in their words when they talk about their passions, the way their nose wrinkles. you want to be with them, you do, but itâs disheartening when they say they arenât enough, that youâll find someone better than them because â you hate yourself for thinking this â what if theyâre right ?
