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[jorouwhit-blog]

Drink Me

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Silence overtook the two women as they sat facing one another, empty shot glasses strewn everywhere. There was something to be said for their relaxed shoulders, and the way in which their hair was falling over their shoulders, as if suddenly they didn’t have a single care in the world. Adelaide was, at least in this moment, not thinking about Lydia, or her past, or the way demons looked at her, as if she was already one of them. Josephine was, at least in this moment, not thinking of the silent sneers that were sent her way, or her husband at home who had no idea the amount of adultery she committed, or the ever tempting idea of shedding her current identity for one that consisted of black wings and power.

“One more?” Jo asked, as she didn’t bother waiting for a response from Adelaide as she finished off the bottle of vodka by filling two shots to the brim.

She handed one off to the blonde, who looked more at peace than she ever had before.

Adelaide looked up. “I don’t hate you, y’know.” Her voice sounded almost warm as it reached Josephine’s ears. Jo knew Adelaide didn’t hate her, that their friendship was reluctant at best, hostile at the worst. Yet hearing it, even from a drunk mouth, it made her warmer than any of the vodka she had just consumed ever could.

“You owe me twenty bucks,” Jo said in response, a lazy smile on her face. Even in her drunken state, telling Adelaide how much she respected her felt too private, and too personal to ever spill. Maybe in a different life, where they weren’t both on the precipice of being damned for eternity, where they weren’t built on a foundation of lies and hidden secrets--in that life, they would be true friends.

Jo would buy Adelaide handbags that were disgustingly expensive, and Adelaide would show up at Josephine’s house with two large bottles of booze. They would eat, drink, and laugh. They would enjoy the company, they would sit in this very same silence and not feel the crushing weight of their existence baring down on them.

“You owe me a bottle of vodka,” Adelaide had the last word before silence overtook them once more. A silence between two strangers turned acquaintances, turned hesitant friends, turned silent confidants. 

They owed each other far more than a bottle of liquor or a piece of green paper could ever repay.

[stellapryce]

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ADELAIDE

I like you // I love you // I’m indifferent toward you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’m jealous of you // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’m attracted to you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I respect you // I want your respect // I feel protective of you // I’d like to cut loose with you // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // You’re nice // You’re mean // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I want an apology from you // wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

[rowanofwar]

🍸

“I like to look at her from afar because she reminds me of my older sister -- always taking on things that are not her responsibility and it is so annoying. Why the fuck does she feel obligated to look after other people? Nuh-uh, honey, keep that up and you’re going to end up d-e-a-d. Tá tú glan as do mheabhair.”

[a couple minutes later]

“But she’s so sexy.”

[evbeaumont-blog]

[text] I’m a grown woman and just cried because we ran out of Cheetos. I have PMS. Bring Cheetos to my place, or die.

(text): SAY NO MORE I’m on my way!

(text): do you need anything else? advil? chocolate?

[h-gilmore-blog]

[text] I am not ubering you a puppy.

[ text ]  … 

[ text ]  D:

[ text ]  okay but … the puppy could help with the escape plan by being distractingly adorable

[ text ]  THINK about it 

[stellapryce]

all the even questions ;)

(already answered 12, 22, & 28 :3) – under a cut because long

2. [Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.]

Other than her nails and long hair mentioned in (12), I don’t think so. She has a few scars, but normal childhood stuff – from being an active kid that played outside, sports. There are also the trademarks of a waitress along her hands: nicks, cuts, burns, etc. Otherwise, there really isn’t anything remarkable or noteworthy about Stella’s appearance.

4. [Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?]

No real verbal tics, but Stella thinks faster than her mouth can process. So, she tends to have a lot of start-stops when she speaks. She’s also the master of the nonsense portmaneau – saying “No welcome” when she means either “No problem” or “You’re welcome.” Generally, though, Stella’s verbal skills are above average. She can speak eloquently, but casually and get her ideas across concisely and comprehensively… As long as she’s had a moment to think it all through.

6. [If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why?]

There are a lot that fit a lot of different aspects of Stella, but just off the top of my head, for a complete look at Stella, I’d have to say SWEET NOTHING - Calvin Harris & Florence Welch. Mostly because: “It isn’t easy for me to let it go / Cause I’ve swallowed every single word / And every whisper, every sigh / Eats away this heart of mine / And there is a hollow in me now.”

8.[ Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?]

Definitely a quick thinker. Stella’s mind is always racing at a million miles a minute, calculating change, tips, how much time since she’s taken orders, since she’s refilled coffee, wondering if Winnie’s feeling better, wondering if she should get a puppy, wondering whether there would be any mail, trying to remember if she watered the fern that morning, trying to remember whose shift she needed to cover, scanning for bed-partners, and everything more. If she has to voice any of those thoughts, put them into something intelligible, though, it takes her a second to sort through it all and gather the words up.

10. [If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?]

Truthfully, she’d prefer to walk or bike or drive, but failing those options, she’d opt for subway. No traffic beats out over mole-people any day.

14. [Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?]

If you asked Stella this, she’d lie. She likes to pretend she’s a loner but she only thinks that because she’s been on her own for so long. Stella craves contact and friends and family units. She’s at her best when she has people to bounce ideas off of, trade responsibilities with, break projects up and delegate.

16a. [What are their best school subjects?]

Latin

Biology

Psychology

Sociology

Phys. Ed. (never tell a jock it doesn’t count)

16b. [What are their worst?]

Literature

History

Civics

Calculus

Chemistry

18. [Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?]

Definitely a leader. Another question that Stella herself would answer differently (she’d say that she’d rather stay on the sidelines). Stella can’t stand to see things that need to get done not getting done.

20. [If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?]

No one immediately comes to mind. She spent a long, long time hating her father and sister and mother for abandoning her. But she’s moved on from that. Besides, her mother’s gone, she still loves her sister, and she wouldn’t waste the energy of murder on her father. There isn’t anyone else who’s wronged her so deeply that she’d want to end their life, even without the consequences. At the risk of a non-answer, though, I’ll say one of her less-than-stellar foster parents. She was never abused herself, but she saw a fair amount of it. People who just wanted the tax break and didn’t care of the children at all. There are a few in particular that she thinks the world might be better off without. And, with a liberal definition of the word “person” she might hunt down Lucifer himself and kill him, just to be done with the whole Holy War bullshit.

24. [Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?]

None. Petty enemies, maybe. Busybodies who never liked a foster kid from the wrong side of the tracks coming into town. Rude patrons who tip 10% or less. High school bullies, present and grown-up. But no one that she considers herself holding a vendetta against.

26. [How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?]

Stella has a hard time falling asleep, in general. So her nightly routine is usually getting all ready (washing up, changing, tidying the house, etc) and then watching television or reading until the early, early hours of the morning before collapsing into bed. She can operate on less sleep than advisable, but it does not a pleasant Stella make.

30. [If your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?]

BAGELS. Stella loves bagels. Stella already, generally, eats bagels for breakfast and lunch most days of the week.