stellify: (v.) to turn into or as if into a star; to place among the stars; to glorify.
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(previously titled iridescence)
☆ First story of the Stellify series ☆
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It was the day after Evangeline agreed to study with Jasper. The night he dropped her off and suggested she text him if she ever fancied a study session, she took up his idea when she couldn't sleep.
Eve :)
Hi, this is Eva. I hope this is Jasper's number?
2:07 AM.
Howdy Cowboy
It is indeed. Eve? What are you doing up so late?
2:08 AM
Eve :)
Oh. I can't sleep. I wondered if we could study tomorrow? I'll have snacks for you if you wanted anything :)
Read 2:08 AM
Howdy Cowboy
Of course, darlin'. I would suggest you get some sleep though. We can talk about the details on our way to school.
Read 2:09 AM
Eve :)
Thank you. I will try, but what are you doing up so late, Mr Hale? Pot call kettle black much?
Read 2:09 AM
Howdy Cowboy
There's no rest for the wicked ;)
I'll see you tomorrow, Eve.
Read 2:10 AM
Evangeline was bleary eyed, head poking out of her covers when Faye opened the door.
"C'mon sleepyhead. You're lucky that I'm an early bird! Can't possibly let you sleep in when you have a male friend coming to see you every day!" Faye jested, ripping the curtains open with one fowl swoop.
Grumbling curses in Italian, Eva waved her hands out like a bird, flapping her aunt's hands away from her.
"it's only six o'clock, per favore!"
Jasper was right, there was definitely no rest for the wicked. After their conversation last night, she went to bed shortly after, only to be plagued with bad dreams, leaving a vile aftertaste in her mind.
Disregarding her distaste, she hurried Faye -who was fiddling around with Eva's trinkets- out of the room to get ready for the day. A slimming long-sleeved ribbed top adorned the girl's chest, accompanied by some flared corduroy trousers. She supposed she looked rather pretty, with a silk scrunchy holding her hair up in a ponytail, collar bones and ample cleavage on display. Then again, she felt she had to show off her wide hips, ample chest, she couldn't just hide them, it's not like she's never been seen in less clothing before.
That was, she did feel pretty until she got to school, stuffing her body inside jaspers massive jacket. Neither the recipient of the lusty gazes nor the empath liked the attention on her body, hurrying inside to class instead of hanging around longer. Then, she just felt like a pig slowly going off on a meat hook, the butcher too obsessed with it to carve it up and get over its existence.
