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*     ME ME ME CHOOSE ME 

@musicsghost / aha meeee

@foxfires ⠀⠀⠀ [maia smiles at the comforting gesture, and while it’s genuine happiness, the pain inside of her still resides. she wraps her arms around devon, stuffing her face in the crook of her neck for the warmth. it’s nice, but she knows that it won’t last. it never does.]   i’m here now, so don’t… don’t think about it for too long, okay? i’m here to /stay/.

oh.  right,  sorry.  i didn’t even think about that.  [  she wraps her arms around her best friend’s frame,  still as cold to the touch as it was the day devon found her.  she squeezed her eyes shut,  trying to push the memory out as her arms wrapped tighter.  ]  ‘s okay  !  we both know i’m always warm  !  

@foxfires 
             ⠀⠀⠀⠀ [maia is silent for a long moment, her lips pressed into a thin line as she averts her gaze.]  my body can’t stay warm, unfortunately. the lack of blood flow.

…  no.  not exactly.  [  she sighs,  nearly collapsing onto the couch.  exhaustion visible on her face,  the dark circles and pale complexion was such a drastic change from devon’s usual appearance.  because even when she was at her limit mentally or physically,  she always seemed to thrive with the pressure.  maybe,  this was too much for her.  ] 

@foxfires 
             ⠀⠀⠀⠀ this isn’t from dancing, is it?

oh,  yeah  !  got a new head of department or something.  probably.  [  devon’s gaze moves everywhere besides maia.  fingers fiddle with a loose ribbon falling out of her bag.  she clears her throat,  ]  i should probably go put these away.  don’t wanna ruin them  !  [  she quickly turns,  making an attempt to flee to her room.  ] 

 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ [maia stares at devon for a moment, taking her hand away from the clearly real fox ears that have sprouted from her best friends head. she crosses her arms then, lips tugging into a small frown.]  the costume department has certainly gotten more realistic since i’ve been gone, then. have they switched people?  [she can tell that she’s lying, and she’s not going to comment on it. no, she’s going to catch her in it, if she can.]

[  devon tries not to react.  she really does but as soon as maia makes contact with her ear she winces,  ear flicking in response.  ]  yeah,  yeah  —  the costuming department went all out this time.  cute,  huh  ?  [  panic bubbles in her the more she talks.  she was always bad at lying,  and maia could read her like a book.  ]  you probably shouldn’t touch them anymore,  they might get might, y’know. 

/ intrigue or something musical maybe?

ORIGINAL CONCEPT / OVERVIEW.
             ⠀⠀⠀⠀ maia harper wheeler had a relatively great life. she had loving parents who pushed her to succeed, a best friend of thirteen years who she adored, and a dream to become a famous violinist. she had her whole life planned out—- it was going to be beautiful.
             ⠀⠀⠀⠀ maia was murdered right outside of her house the day before her twentieth birthday. devon valentine was the one to find her body, the one to cry so loud that it woke the wheeler’s, and the one to hold maia’s cold skin so tight that it almost soaked up the warmth. but it was too late—- at least, it /almost/ was.
             ⠀⠀⠀⠀ when maia wheeler woke again, every cell in her body was tearing itself apart. she couldn’t exist without pain, but she had a new set of abilities. she could walk through walls, she could see every soul that had ever been taken from this realm of existence unwillingly. she couldn’t be hurt, no matter how much the universe tried. she was a GHOST, and she was back with a THIRST for BLOOD.

*     THE BIO LMAOOO so true tho ‼️ 

/      @foxfires  it needed to be lola ‼️

*     ALSO LOVEEEE LOLA AS THE FC