⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

@queensarc     i was not suggesting,  valarra.  you will sit and you will eat,  great council be damned.   

@notbaed    [stalling,  valarra fumbled with the rings on her fingers. she always did love lemon cakes—her only weakness she believed]    … later,   mother.  the great council awaits  

..  sit and enjoy them.   

i have yet to understand what the berrors of all kin hold within them to bewitch the likes of us.    your aunt—    your father one time as well,  although that was a brief dalliance but nonetheless i would never hear the end of it for talking about it.    suits him though,   they’re boring.

@draqriys     apparently she prefers him over lord draeth’s.      i don’t understand her …

@queensarc     i did not ignore you,  i rolled my eyes.  a clear response to you. 

@draqbrat     well,   it would be of much comfort if you acted as so and not ignore me for your cherry cakes.      

‘I AM DAUGHTER HEIR OF THE MOST POWERFUL FAMILY IN THE WORLD.  I KNOW WHAT JEALOUSY LOOKS LIKE, MY LORD’     /    CROWNED PRINCESS VALARRA OF HOUSE SYRRO,   FIRSTBORN OF KING JAENYS,   RIDER OF SYNDRAX THE WHITE QUEEN.   FUTURE WIELDER OF DAYBREAKER, FUTURE QUEEN OF DRAAKOS.      THE HEIR OF THE SUN.      [DRAGONEIRS 2019 LORES,    GRANDDAUGHTER OF @DRAAKOSI] 

  “  yeah.  they  stop  in  the  middle  of  the  hallway  to  look  into  each  other's  eyes  and  kiss  after.  they've  almost made  me  late  for  class  several  times.  it's  gross.  i  would  like  if  a  couple  of  them  broke  up.  ”  he  sighed  softly  “  okay,  okay.  i  don't  wanna  stay  all  night  though.  i  mean  it.  an  hour  or  two  and  we're  taking  some  food  and  rolling  out.  ”
            
            @brrrat 

@phantomrings        yeah, kind of.   how many times have you see those annoying couples in the halls and wish the worst for them    ?     prom is /the/ greatest setting for a breakup and i would have all the snacks in the world to watch.        step on the right toes and boom— a fight on the dance floor.       come with me.   i’ll share whatever is on the snack table with you —probably. 

  “  i  don't  think  any  food  they'll  have  there  will  be  worth  it.  at  all.  i  don't  really  pay  attention  to  the  drama.  it's  always  the  same  thing.  cheating,  a  second  chance  then  same  thing.  or  so  and  so  sleeps  around.  you  think  that's  interesting.ᐣ  ”
            
            @brrrat 

   finney  had  always  ran  cold,  even  in  the  snow  when  his  cheeks  and  nose  got  all  red  and  flushed.  but  now  that  was  an  accurate  representation  of  how  he  felt.  the  cool  seeped  slightly  into  her  skin  as  he  took  in  the  warmth  she  offered  in  return.  it  was  what  he  needed  right  now.  all  of  this.  in  a  world  that  seemed  to  keep  moving  he  felt  stuck.  like  he  never  left  that  basement.  dark  brown  eyes  reluctantly  meet  hers  it  felt  like  a  humiliation  ritual  to  open  up  like  this.     his  other  hand  found  hers,  palm  meeting  hers  as  his  fingers  curled  around  the  side  of  her  hand.  despite  everything  he'd  crack  a  little  smile  even  as  his  lower  lip  quivered  and  he  squeezed  her  hands.  not  hard.  never  hard.  as  tough  as  finney  made  himself  out  to  be  he  was  soft  once  he  was  cracked  open.  that  act  dropped.  “  ill  get  you  the  best  burger  money  can  buy,  max.  sucker  punch  that  fucker.  ”  he  sniffled  and  he  wiped  his  nose  against  his  arm  by  simply  moving  his  head,  not  wanting  to  let  go  of  her  hands.  “  it  feels  real  but  i  think  sometimes  i  need  someone  that  isn't   /  me  /  to  say  that.  ”
            
            @brrrat 

@phantomrings [his hand was cold—colder than hers.  an the tremble didn’t go unnoticed, either.  she’ll never be able to understand where he was coming from.  but the least she could do was comfort him—remind him. max didn’t look away when the tears fell.  didn’t judge. she only extended her other hand for him to take—it was weird for her.  the good kind of weird.  it felt nice being there for others. felt warm.  a pause,   then her head dips to find his eyes again]      i heard if friends go to sleep at the same time they can enter eachother’s dreams.     …    want me to kick his ass for you?  you know i’ll do it.    no payment required    (…)    i lied,     maybe a burger.     [she snorts at the faintest smile he makes,  even if it was just a little.  then her own softens]   y’know,  it’s only as real as you make it.     it’s just in your head.    he can’t—he won’t hurt you anymore.   or anyone 

    her  demeanor  changed,  it  wasn't  simple.  his  issue.  it  wasn't  a  bad  grade  or  an  argument  with  someone,  or  his  dad  tossing  his  weed.  it  was  complicated,  like  a  spider  web.  that's  kinda  how  finney  would  describe  his  feelings  towards  the  topic.  most  looked  over  spider  webs,  beat  them  away  with  a  broom  and  he'd  done  that.  but  right  when  he  thought  he  was  all  clear  he'd  step  back  right  back  in.  a  bug  in  a  web,  and  when  he  finally  wiggled  free  he  was  left  with  a  feeling  he  couldn't  wash  away.    he  felt,  disgusting. filthy.  “  about  him.  ”  he'd  softly  confirm  with  a  nod  of  his  head.  the  gesture  was  appreciated  he  didn't  like  people  touching  him  suddenly  without  warning.  a  moment  of  hesitation  before  he  reached  his  hand  over  and  placed  it  in  hers.  although  it  wouldn't be  obvious  upon  looking  at  him  she  could  /  feel  /  a  slight  tremble  in  his  hand.  “  i  know.  i  know  he's  gone  but  he's  still  here.  he's  —  it's  like  he's  still  with  me.  i  can't  get  him  off.  ”  his  voice  cracked  as  he  teared  up  and  he  was  so  quick  to  wipe  said  tears  away  when  they  fell.
            
            @brrrat 

[ for a moment,  she just watched the strangers shoulders sag in relief,  like the spark had been the one thing holding her whole day hostage.  a small smirk tugged at suki’s mouth as she flicked the lighter,  steady and bright between them. ]   i’ll take the promotion.   [ she jokes,  watching the flame,  then her just before it caught its slow burn. ]  

@lostinluck  [the agitated nerves and the refusal of her own lighter to cooperate was only the seasoning of her big meal of a bad day.  that was why when this stranger had offered some help,  maxine looked upon them as if they were heaven sent——God’s greatest messenger here to help one of his creation’s in need]    you’re a fucking life saver 

  this  girl  really  had  no  clue  what  she  was  saying  and  who  she  was  saying  it  to.  to  anyone  else  '  masked  killers  '  wouldn't  mean  any  more  than  a  horror  movie  trope.  ghostface,  michael  myers,  jason  voorhees,  etc.  but  for  finn  it  struck  a  cord.  “  im  glad.  i  don't  like  halloween.  ”  dark  eyes  followed  the  pair  as  they  ignored  her.  there  weren't  a  lot  of  people  out  because  of  how  cold  it  was.  that  was  part  of  the  reason  he  was  out  here  taking  a  walk  in  the  first  place.  sometimes  he  preferred  his  own  company  and  to  be  alone  with  his  thoughts.  he's  pulled  back  to  the  flyer  being  whooshed  away  in  the  chilly  wind.  “  one  less  flyer  to  pass  out. ”  his  hands  settled  in  the  pockets  of  his  coat  as  the  wind  picked  up  and  hit  his  cheeks  and  nose,  turning  them  red  upon  contact.  “  don't  diss  pineapple  pizza  like  that. it's  not  on  the  same  level. ”  he  was  very  stuck  in  his  opinion  on  foods  it  seemed.  “  yeah,  ill  see  you.  she  has  a  boyfriend  and  my  dad  always  makes  me  tag  along.  to  make  sure  they  behave  or  whatever.  this  festival  thing  will  be  /  her  /  thing.  but  uh  —  thanks.  ” 
            
            ⁽  @brrrat  ⁾

@phantomrings   yeah well,  be glad it’s not halloween.  would’ve brought awareness to “scary ghosts and masked killers”  or something…zombies,  maybe.   [her words trail off when a stranger passes by, yelling something incoherent yet equally loud to her son—or nephew. or maybe he was just a brat.  ignoring the offered flyer maxine presented ]  oh—kay.   [that same flyer slips from her hand, gone with the wind.  someone would find it… probably.  she’ll turn back just in time to hear the cotton candy comment. shrugging as if the thought was incredulous and most likely offensive——because it was]   anything to get people in, i guess. if it does good maybe it’ll be up there with mint chocolate and pineapples on pizza—and knitted gloves.    i’ll give a discount if you show up with her!  just in case it’s just gross consumerism shit, y’know?

   “  awareness  for  the  holiday  that  comes  around  every  year.ᐣ  yeeah. okay.  not  shooting  the  messenger  here.  just  saying  it  sounds  ridiculous. ”  when  the  flyers  were  passed  to  him  he  turned  them  around  so  he  could  read  one,  almost  dropping  the  paper  from  gloved  hands.  it  would  be  asking  for  frostbite  being  our  here  without  covering  your  hands  after  all. “  win  -  win,  for  sure. ”  he  muttered  as  he  scanned  the  flyer,  food,  hot  chocolate,  ice....  skating.  that  brought  a  sour  feeling  to  his  stomach.  “  im  sorry..  peppermint  cotton  candy.  that  sounds  fucking  disgusting.  what  happened  to  normal  cotton  candy.ᐣ  she's  gross  she  probably  would  like  that.  ”  the  flyers  were  tucked  away  in  the  pocket  of  his  coat.
            
            ⁽  @brrrat  ⁾