#girl. you can't even be normal on the phone. midnight is gonna crush you bby!

[coldshrugs]

share sunday

@narrativefoiltrope tagged me and i am currently in the fic mines and have a little bit to share from estinio's modern AU!!

i'll tag forward: @scionshtola @hythlodaes @lavampira @lilas @oschonseleven @galadae and ofc anyone else who wants to share their work today! please tag me even if you're not tagged here, I would love to see what you guys are working on.

it's new year's eve and estinien is kind of sort of dating someone:

The evening of the party, in her iridescent minidress and artfully applied eyeliner, with glitter glinting between her freckles, she texts Estinien to ask for his ETA. He and Shtola drive, and Shtola’s car will be nearly packed. And is it so bad to want to see him before she sweats off all her makeup? He answers by calling. “Hey, sorry for the wait.” He’s on speaker. The sound of his old truck’s engine drones behind his voice, and both sounds pull a smile from her before she can reply. “That’s okay,” she says, laboring to keep the giddiness out of it. “Hi Aymeric, Hi Luce!” A mismatched chorus of “hi” and “hey, Io” ring through the phone (it’s slightly too many voices, but maybe that’s just bad reverb). And after them, “Vic is here, too.” Oh. No, don’t pause. That’s weird.