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@2EVOLVE              ᶻ                —      nu—uh.   you’d be matching with your papa.           [an effortless effulgence, the summered solistime pin colors flesh. a breastbone poked out gasping: eleison, brigita’s eyes the confessional. romy is a passive, hands brushing past fixed collars of dress offered as mere formality in midst of room made up of pillow and tulle, otherworldly in evanescing touch.]              maybe a fluffy collar..     i have one of those.           [protests are all but ignored, dismissed in rosette of dawn—showered reflection of the two of them in monarchal mirror no doubt a family heirloom.]           how dreamy..   pretty. 

lavender flushes me out,   i would..  i would look ridiculous. 

@thieflamp              ᶻ                how cute..             [intently, almost tenderly, she’ll gaze upon the chachki with a rush of unuttered affection:   all else seemed to elude her dream—kissed palms,   sinking its teeth into her bloated heart. certainly a better cage than brittler ribs. there it stood, no more than a couple of inches tall:   a gold—dusted monkey pendant. stolen, borrowed?   she could not be ushered to care.]            i’d like one..       one with a bird, maybe..      to keep as a good luck charm. 

@thieflamp              ᶻ                [a man with weaker sight would have missed it. surely, the mirage of the daughter of the sleeping beauty would shock anyone within any and all hours of the day, but equipped with heavy machinery   — a stack of gardening tools, the source of which would remain a mystery —   with someone in possession of such a somnolent disposition would be written off altogether as fallacy. now, suspicions will lurch elsewhere:   what was romy rose dreaming of without aiman,  who did she dream of if not him?   the look of her is spared from the half burial of duvets, though hair remained loosed from their braid over a recent love affair with pillow.]            ..       ?           tha—             [she hadn’t recognized the voice. barely detected the presence over half—sleep as she turned, abrupt and almost ready to be rid of the trowels secateurs at once as romy’ll turn.]          !            [it’s a twinkle in the night, passing by protostar winking. a kiss to be missed. her lips will brush over his amidst the rose—scented shake of her hair and, just as quick, take a clumsy step backwards in rosé slippers turning the otherwise hardened group mush. reality will wrap, sway the ends of her tiptoes on top of the clouds and drop—kick her back into place.]               oh..       —aiman,   hello..       thank you.

*         @thieflamp
            i’m a woman of my word

/    yayyyy

[  luka pressed his back into the trunk of the old willow tree in the gardens.  with every pant came a small huff of mirth until his chest eventually burst with laughter,  the sound dancing with romy’s into the starry night.  ]  right  ..  !  spirits,  i feel like i’m free for the time since i got here.  [  before they slide down to sit on the plush grass,  they lay their coat next to them patting it for romy.  ]  sit with me  ?  

@coIdeyes              ᶻ                [new life is breathed into one romy rose. enchanted by the footing of luka just beside her, chest heaving on the same rhythmic note as his with every clumsy step taken. between them, the air was glaciating. softened fingers will pry to the caged rib across ballroom attire, to unchain an invisible lock and let out a laugh. a real laugh, full of life and all of its promises.]            finally         ..!       i feel like i’m—        breathing for the first time tonight..

*     ofc they would hide away together <3 

romy sees @poisonappIe as..     (WHITE) HYACINTHS:           a portrait of innocence, celeste has nary a comparison as it pertains to the few in numbers whom occupy romy’s life. symbolizing the enduring presence of emotion and sincerity, the significance behind hyacinths stem from the greek myth of hyacinthus, which ties the flower to loss transformed into lasting presence. an attachment shaped by awareness and depth rather than innocence alone. white hyacinths attest to purity of intention and emotional restraint, signifying romy’s desire for a honest, uncomplicated affection toward celeste. these are flowers that signal feelings which are acknowledged but deliberately held in check; readings as emblems of affection that remains unclaimed or unresolved.

/ me me mee 

romy sees @2EVOLVE as..      WHITE ROSES:            in true wonderland-bound fashion. attachment stemming from purity, reverence, and a particularly enduring emotional bond. romy’s affections toward brigita are steady, sincere and rid of disorientation that otherwise erodes bonds. she loves her as she is, intentionally. white roses signify continuity and remembrance, frequently used to mark lasting bonds that persist through absence, transition, or change. their lack of color underscores an absence of spectacle: feeling that does not need to prove itself. this feeling that is present but unspoken, attachment that is sincere yet deliberately undefined. romy’s care for brigita exceeds neutrality, far beyond any ordinary friendship, but refuses articulation. 

@bcrnflor              ᶻ                hm..      no.     (not this time).      i just showered,   maybe it’s the shampoo you’re smelling.      here..    come closer and smell.     tell me what you pick up on.     because i chose this as a lavender..   but it’s reading to me more as an orchid.    huge difference. 

/   yeppp and @rattrouble 

@beauzzz / intro !

@beauzzz 
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@curiouser              ᶻ                it’s more like,           [rudely, she’s cut off by another yawn defeating all other senses and consequently rendering her defenseless.   romy, too, will face winnie through the challenges of the modern day woman and her sloth.]            they make time for me..      i bow to their whims more than they do me.      it’s a weird routine..       —keeps me busy.

oh,  i think i will,  thank you much  !  [  winnie folds her arms on her desk,  resting her head on them and adjusting herself so she’s still facing rory.  she smiles wide,  the corners of her eyes  —  one green and one grey  —  crinkling.  ]  do you make time often for naps  ?

@curiouser              ᶻ                it’s usually    —  (      yawn,       )   —  me who has the time for it..       are you in a rush?        you could join..

@mirrorshards              ᶻ                [she’ll ponder over it:   palm plastered out on face and all.]          ..     promise to not say?    i really like blues..   maybe not as a vibrant as your get–up,   but the pastels sure are dreamy.           [index finger will straighten up to push against the plush of lips.]           between us.

[  everly feels a slight smile growing on her face,  a preppy princess not liking pink sounds almost impossible.  ]  maybe you’re not cut out for such an awful color.  maybe some cooler tones would suit you.  

@mirrorshards              ᶻ                ..       don’t tell anyone.      i don’t like it.       it’s too—    loud.     too.     maybe i’m just not cut out for color.