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*    yeth

*     dances 

*    WAITTTTT LEMME REVIVE SANSA 

@stagqrc         it’s sad—      i’d slaved over for hours braiding my hair and looks at what’s become of it.        (now matt—      ah.       hm.)      —thank you.

@DRAQYR           all that’s archaically traditional usually is.   it’s only ballroom attire though,      so  — really —     how terrible can i—              (…)             ah.   gods.     wow.       it’s almost impressive how  gargantuan  the shoulder pads are. 

i can’t wear this. 

@bellatneir            [sudden bewilderment persuades her eyes to widen just so, ultramarine irises flickering across the visage, (un)familiar before her.  something in her chest stirs    —    rattles in its ossein cage    —    and she’s loath to recognize it as a burgeoning fondness,  not the least because there is much to parse in this newfound, tenuous connection.    the momentary overwhelm is caulked behind the ramparts of her self-command,    and perspicuity returns her gaze to its usual aplomb.  though, a lip-corner darts heavenward in a quick little twitch,  and it feels a bit like an acknowledgment.]     you get taller every time i see you.     [theah dallen’s gaze installs that of a predator’s stillness, fixated on the mirror’s glance at a ghost. the tapetum effect in her eyes catch and bend the light of the sneaking moonlight. spine straight and plumb, she’ll inhale to a smile. quiet and bemused and lonely. a true lady.]     i guessed that you might’ve sought the view out.  dashing, isn’t it?   — especially at this time of day. 

[father had left that stormy night of her birth,  claiming that he must now leave the pack on his own—to start anew with the family he created and not the family he had descended from.   truthfully,  he wanted to get out. to get away from the eyes and ears of the black wolf who the girls both called grandfather,    a wolf she was identical to in such a form—only smaller.  A girl.  and nothing like him but in color.        @eurysphea      soft emeralds stare with nothing close to love yet absolutely far from hate.    Celine neither hated nor adored anyone aside from a carefully selected few, and less of those numbers were in thought of family.      her knuckles crack as she pulled her fingers inward,  nails biting at the fabric of her long sleeves.     lips twitch,  a smile that is too quick to claim such a name, comes and goes with the wind]     Hi.     

@bellatneir           [the subtle curve of her lower canines catch and bend the light of the moonlight, wolf—heir that she was, frowning upon through mirror to kin.]     i figured you would say so.   i’m not here to beg..  but simply to see you.  hello.    [they’d seen each other not so scarcely as children, and the quantity only seemed to dwindle down as they grew.]

@avisonae           imagine having to live with him. unlimited water, sure.  but it barely held up for eleven years.   father’d booted him off..  elsewhere.  for what i presume are obvious reasons to you. 

@eurysphea    the very idea of flirting back is making me nauseous.    i need some water.  

@avisonae           alright, alright..     listen, santana:        it’s just that..     i’m totally pulling your leg.    it’s fine.  (fine adjacent).   he’s six foot something, weighing a probable hundred and fifteen pounds.    he messes with everyone;  he figured out that the best way to mess with you was this.   —    you want out?   just flirt back.   hero’s all bark and no bite. 

@reapsowed           you’re not helping either of our causes by being this way.   (this.. disagreeable).   i don’t know how to have a conversation with you without your sulking. 

@aestreller          no, no.  but you’re  /dead/  once i get my hands on you, aesteller.  (hey—)  stop taking those little steps back.  

∗   Yay <3

*     yeth yeth

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