𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅 ᵐʸ 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔢.

*/   y'all  might  move  on  from  tbp  but  i  never  will ‼️

;   on   robin  &  maggie !!!

/  thinking so heavily about gina & glinda. yki 

*/    ts  is  what  happens  when  you  pick  writing  as  your  art  of  choice.   i  know  how  she  takes  her  coffee.  

──    დ  @brrrat ,
            
            stop  it !    {  there's  no  actual  bite  behind  carrie's  exclamation  as  she  lightly  taps  her  friend's  arm,   cheeks  flooding  a  soft  blush  before  she  can  even  begin  to  disguise  herself.  }    i  don't  like  him.   he  is  just...  a  very  good  friend.   one  of  my  best  friends !

*/    'here  is  my  hand.   here  is  my  hand  that  will  not  hurt  you.'

──    დ  @stoIenpnch ,
            
            no !!   no,  that  was  good.   i  loved  it.    {  carrie  continues  to  beam  as  she  lets  the  simple  joy  of  the  moment  radiate  from  her,   so  simply  lovesick  that  it  could  make  any  silly  pun  or  compliment  feel  like  an  angel's  kindness.  }    i  will  come  up  with  one  for  you.   it  might  not  be  as  good,   but  i'll  do  it  :)  

꒷꒦ ⚠︎ ꒦꒷           [     her    smile     is    contagious.     her     laugh    is    contagious.     everything    about    her—     god,     robin    loves    her.     ]          i    feel    like     i      remember     reading     it    somewhere.     i'll    try     to     come     up     with    a     better    one,     though.

──    დ  @stoIenpnch ,
            
            {  there's  a  pause  as  the  compliment  seems  to  fully  register,   pun  and  all  combining  to  result  in  a  laugh  that  seems  to  brighten  her  entire  demeanor.  }    thank  you,   ro-ro.   did  you  come  up  with  that  yourself ??  

──    დ  @stoIenpnch ,
            
            good  with  frostbite  or  just  good ??    {  her  tone  is  intentionally  playful  as  she  obligingly  pulls  a  glove  off,   reaching  to  collect  a  handful  of  snow  from  the  stair  railing  with  a  squeak  she  can  only  hope  isn't  too  loud.   really,  she's  had  her  years  of  playing  in  the  snow  and  suffering  the  consequences  for  it,   but  he  wasn't  there  for  all  of  them.   a  recreation  of  fond  memories  doesn't  hurt  if  there's  a  drastic  improvement  being  made.  }    it  is  *freezing*   up  here !!   i've  never  been  in  a  blizzard  like  this—   if  it's  dense  enough,   we  could  have  a  snowball  fight  later.

꒷꒦ ⚠︎ ꒦꒷           [     teeth    shatter     and    his    body    shivers,     small    pieces     of    snow     beginning    to    melt    his    hands.     they    influence    their    temperature    as     he    begins    to    lose    his sense    of    touch    from    the    cold.     ]      i    think    i    might    be    good.     maybe    later!      you    feel    it    without    them! 

──    დ  @stoIenpnch ,
            
            probably  because  it's  snow !!    {  carrie's  laughter  is  a  sugary  sweet  thing  as  she  pulls  her  (his)  jacket  tighter  around  her,   gloved  hands  tucked  securely  under  her  arms  as  she  tries  boxing  the  heat  in.  }   i  told  you  to  wear  gloves,  silly.   would  you  like  to  borrow  mine ??
            
            */    i  fear  they're.   well.   cutie  and  patootie !! 

──    დ  @stoIenpnch ,
            
            {  for  another  moment's  stretch,  there  is  silence.   carrie  feels  she  must  be  back  in  a  void  now,  a  painfully  painless  purgatory  between  death  and  robin's  voice.   her  body,  soaked  and  weighed  still  with  water,   shivers  once  as  though  trying  to  wake  her  up  itself.   and  this  time,   it  works.  }   ro... ??   {  she  mumbles,   his  name  a  soft  outreach  to  what  ironically  keeps  her  afloat.   she  stirs  again,  shivers  before  pressing  closer  to  the  arms  holding  her.  }    i  found  one.   i...  i  found  a  boy.   one  of  the  boys.   i  found  him.

꒷꒦ ⚠︎ ꒦꒷           [     safe.     he    made    a     promise    to    vance    that    he    would    keep    carrie    safe..     and    now    he    sits    on    ice,     hoping    she    opens    her    eyes    again.     ]          care,      come    on!     / i /    need    you    to    wake    up..          [     the    curl,     unfortunately    goes    unnoticed,     as    tears    well    in    the    eyes    of    a    boy    who    has    not    cried     many    times.     water    fills    the    vision    of    a    boy    who    refuses    to    cry    in    others,     yet    the    idea    and    repulsion    fades    from    his    mind    now.     he    shakes    her     shoulders    gently.     ]

──    დ  @stoIenpnch ,
            
            {  no  response.
            it's  in  her  subconscious,  robin's  voice.   carrie  has  inscribed  it  in  her  veins  with  a  needlefelt  precision,   the  sound  searched  for  in  what  can  only  be  described  as  the  lowest  point  in  her  short  life.   she  would  appear  from  even  the  darkest  nights  if  he  simply  called  for  her,   but  now  she  doesn't  so  much  as  stir.   her  hair,  now  frosty  and  quickly  freezing  to  her  skin,   covers  the  majority  of  her  face  as  she  remains  limp  in  robin's  lap.   
            but  there's  something.
            some  part  of  her,   distant  but  aware,  knows  robin's  touch  the  same  way  a  sailor  knows  the  sea.  it's  the  reminder  of  where  home  is,  how  to  find  her  way  back,   pulling  her  until  she  manages  a  barely  perceptible  curl  around  the  arms  holding  her.  }    
            
            */    sorry ,,  this  lowkey  got  away  from  me.  but  god ,,  they  end  me  every  time ,, 

──    დ  @brrrat,
            
            i  think...   {  what  does  she  think ??   carrie  raises  her  chin  in  the  mirror  as  though  daring  her  reflection  to  lose  what  beauty  casts  back  at  her,  the  inside  of  her  lip  bitten  between  her  teeth  even  as  she  holds  her  posture.  }    i  think  i  look  pretty.  ( .. )   i  really  like  it,   lia.   will  you  try  one  on ??  

@prophesied-  “me neither— i just watch a lot of pageant shows.”   [she takes a step back to fix the ruffled skirt of the dress,  smoothing out the wrinkles] “what do you think—?” 

──    დ  @brrrat ,
            
            like  this ??    {  carrie  repeats,   rolling  her  shoulders  one  more  time  to  mimic  julia's  posture  perfectly  in  the  mirror.   confidence  is  key,   she  remembers;  the  hard  part  is  faking  the  illusion  of  such.  }   i  don't  usually  wear  dresses.   does  it  look  okay  on  me ??