#( — chat; briony01. )

[laurelgavaris]

— location: myriad beach — date and time: saturday afternoon — availability: closed | @brionyahn​​

The racing heartbeat that functioned remotely close to an alarm clock whenever she’d be presented with nightmares that reminded her of the place she used to call home, hardly dissipated during her attempt of pretending she had been able to surpass the situation effortlessly. Yet, alone in her room — at least, some of those nights —, gave her the chance of leaving her nightmares behind the door in a tidy room. Sometimes when it was harder to forget it, despite all of those years, the witch would find herself seeking to occupy her mind in the company of a friend, which, time time, it’d be Briony.

Hours passed by, and the so-called golden hour soon would start to gently touch her skin while behind sunglasses Laurel appreciated the beautiful view of the beach in front of her.

“I was thinking about our plans for the night, do you have anything in mind?” She questioned, arching an eyebrow and motioning her head to look towards Briony. “Maybe we could head to a nightclub or anything that allows me to have a drink and dress up nicely. You know... change our outfits for the night and look incredibly stunning as we can always look. We can have our share of fun,” which could easily mean anything. “Unless you have a better idea, of course!”

[laurelgavaris]

set: saturday afternoon, january 9th location: ama availability: closed | @actusrcus​

Any place that would offer art, it was a place where someone could find Laurel wandering around, appreciating it with a smile over her lips. This time, however, she wasn’t by herself. Briony was her company for the afternoon, which made it all better, it gave her the chance of talking to someone about the new exhibition without troubling strangers; after all, there was a high chance they’d think so highly of themselves that anything she’d state they would offer nothing more than disdain.

“Look at that beautiful painting,” Laurel pointed out, slow treads her leading to the exact spot she wanted to reach at that section of the museum, yearning while her green hues were mesmerized by what was presented in front of her. “It just makes me think that I don’t have enough paintings at my apartment, you know? So I can appreciate something close to this in the comfort of my own home. Because sometimes I could just stand here and stare at them for almost hours and hours,” she chuckled, finally looking at her company.