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/     HEAR ME OUT!! spectra and oliver time (:

 ⠀⠀⠀ [ “it’s you and i” are words that shouldn’t do anything to him, but they do — and it’s just painful. his cognac-brown gaze flickers down for a moment before he forces himself to focus on his phone, on the picture that he needs to take. he stills his breath for a long moment as his index finger presses the big white button to snap the photo. he looks at the picture, his lips sucking into his mouth before he takes another one, but this time vertical instead of horizontal. he cannot bring himself to look at her, for he can’t pretend that he’s not still a wreck without her. he could handle business, but nothing more — not right now, not when he’s not sure he won’t act like her boyfriend instead of her friend like she wants him to. ]   yeah, that’d be good. i’ve got a sale in a bit, anyway.   [ he shoves his phone back into his pocket, his arms crossing over his chest. he doesn’t move to leave, at least in the moment. his gaze is still locked onto the cats, the way their tales intertwine like they can’t escape the other. how fitting, given their current situation. ]

‧₊˚ ┊ ❛  @recIuses 
            ⠀ ⠀ sometimes  the  kiln  or  the  piece  has  a  mind  of  its  own.  i  was  afraid  the  tails  were  too  thin  and  would  break  off.  but,  thank  you.    [  brandy’s  eyes  fall  onto  him  while  he  aims  for  the  photo  and  her  heart  squeezes.  she  had  been  actively  avoiding  him,  leaving  her  house  early  or  later  to  be  alone  in  studio  or  so  she  didn’t  have  to  walk  home  with  him.  seeing  him  here  though,  brandy  realizes  how  much  she  misses  him.  how  much  she  longs  for  the  idle  chatter  between  them  as  they  work  in  the  studio,  the  advise  they  give  each  other  on  their  work,  the  laughs  on  the  way  to  lunch  or  home.  she  missed  him  /  so  much  /.  ]    it’s  you  and  i.  the  name  i  mean.    [  brandy  feels  her  words  get  jumbled  on  her  tongue,  cheeks  heating  with  color.  ]     intertwined,  you and i.  i  —  i’ll  send  you  a  description  later  and  pricing  too. 

 ⠀⠀⠀ [ oliver remains fairly silent as he watches her. she’s perfect, she really is — clay-stained cheekbones, hair framing her face in a way that resembled one of his favorite paintings. she was just so.. her. his breath catches in his throat against his will, and he has to cough just to breathe proper again. he flicks his gaze down to the finished piece, and he brushes his tongue against his lips as he pulls out his phone from his jeans’ back pocket. ]   i dunno why you’re always so surprised by your success, they always turn out perfect despite your worries.   [ even though she’s mad, even though she’s made it so clear that she doesn’t want him acting like her boyfriend, his words slip past his lips despite himself. he furrows his brows as he opens the phone camera. ]   got a name, or at least a description or price you want for it? ..you can just send it to me, so i can copy and paste it.

 ⠀⠀⠀ [ he groans at the push, but he was raised right, so he doesn’t push her back. instead, he uses his free hand to brush his shoulder. he stares at her, the six-eyed mask making it impossible to know which pair his eyes are actually behind. ]   you think i’m going to fall for a woman who could be so cruel to me? please, i have higher standards than that, spectra. plus, we’re not co-workers — we’re hardly even partners. we can’t fucking stand each other.

‧₊˚ ┊ ❛  @recIuses 
            ⠀ ⠀ [  she  rolls  her  eyes,  pushing  his  shoulder  harshly.  for  a  brief  moment  —  just  an  instant  —  her  eyes  go  to  his  lips  and  all  she  can  think  is:  oliver.  god,  now  was  not  the  time  to  be  thinking  about  him  !  ]  all  i’m  hearing  is  you  think  i’m  adorable  !  try  not  to  fall  for  me,  iso.  i  don’t  date  co —  workers 

 ⠀⠀⠀ it’s also adorable that you think i’m trying to sweet talk you, when i’m insulting you in the form of a compliment. you’re tiny, which is what makes you so adorable.   [ the masked hero sits on the edge of the building, one hand on the glass windows to keep himself from falling. his lips press into a thin line — the only part of him that’s visible. ]   mm, really? i can’t imagine why — well no, i can.. i just don’t care enough to. you know what i mean?

@blqndiee 
            *     thank youuu <3 

/  spider girlie pops 

—  THE  MIRROR  ; 
            ⠀ ⠀ BRANDY  ZHANG  was used to being what people wanted her to be.  her parents,  both business owners and workaholics,  wanted a child who was quiet,  good.  so,  brandy learned to never speak out of turn,  to be on her best behavior.  mr.  and  mrs.  zhang wanted a daughter who was top of her class and involved in extracurriculars,  class president and all.  so, that’s exactly what brandy did.  she would get praises from her parents,  moments that were longer than a few minutes when she did what they wanted.  she was a topic of conversation with business partners and friends of her parents.  brandy told herself this was love. 
            ⠀ ⠀ AND BRANDY wasn’t too off,  she guessed.  at school,  she did the same  —  not being herself came so easily to her.  if the cheer squad wanted someone who was preppy and witty with words,  she could do that  !  teachers wanted participation and and overachieving, easy brandy would love to !  it was so / easy / for  her reflect the personalities of other,  to be more like her or him,  to be whatever someone else wanted.  
            ⠀ ⠀ she told herself,  if being something you’re not is all it took to be /loved/  well,  then it’s not so hard after all. 

/  MAMACITAAAA

@terminalwebs 
            *     mamacita?