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* @pangkuphos .
[ 𝘻𝘰𝘺𝘢 + 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘺 . ]
the place has been getting crowded with people zoya wasn’t usually fond of ; a few of them mutually blocked on twitter , whether because they annoyed the fuck out of her or she may or may not got into a public argument with . her high heels in her hands , as she makes her way barefoot to the roof . crowded , but not as much as inside of the building and she’s not surprised , because no one in their right mind would choose to freeze to death while wearing the most expensive mini dress . no one really catches her attention , she almost chooses to enjoy her own company but almost , as in the very last second , her attention is brought to an unfamiliar�� figure . and she’s intrigued ; she always is when she bumps into someone unknown . every single time hoping that she won’t get disappointed . maybe they brought her attention because unlike a few other people gathered on the roof , they’re not making out with a stranger , almost clotheless or maybe it’s the way they seem to be lost in their own thoughts . “ damn , you definitely bring fun to the parties , ” an attempt to start a conversation , as she grabs two bottles of beer , placing one in front of the stranger . “ who forced you to come ? ”
#pangkuphos#THIS TOOK ME SO LONG bc i couldn't figure out how they'd bump into each other jfhdksks#hope this is at least .... semi good
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if back in college, she would have heaps of homework; her so - called ‘apprenticeship’ ( really, it was just nela shadowing a few theatre directors around town ) would have menial - seeming tasks like these. she hands out flyers to a musical that’s about to open in a few days. she flashes a half - genuine smile and attempts to hand one out to another as they neared her usual spot. “ little shop of horrors -- support a local theatre! “ was the go - to line as she holds out a flyer for the show. ( @pangkuphos )
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a comprehensive list of scenarios : accepting.
@pangkuphos said: MAKEOVER : for one muse to help the other with a new outfit or hairstyle.
the warmth of cory’s apartment sticks to adeline’s skin like condensation. her temples feel flushed, skin pulled taut by the clips in her hair. comfortable habits: safe discomfort. something needy pulls her to look at the mirror, the bright dress cory is wearing, and adeline realises it’s new. her own new set of clothes rests in a shopping bag, just outside her own wardrobe. really, you’d think she’s an amateur. ( it is easier to look at cory’s reflection than her own. their truest forms drawn from a portrait with no paint or pen, just their own natural colour. ) cory’s soft, artificial light mustn’t do the dress justice, adeline decides. “ you’ve got a good face. ” adeline drifts closer cory, keeping her gaze on their reflections. in her periphery, she sees cory’s profile, her fluttering lashes and her straight back. “ and posture. people never have that, did you do ballet? ” she asks absently. her gaze skirts down to the dress; her lips purse and cory’s reflection still feels needy. “ do you love the colour? like, love love, like the-colour-is-all-i-see kinda love. ”
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