#pre redwood verse tbt

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@killreagan​ xo for a starter

▌█ ∵   🎆  ∵ █ ▌She follows shoes carefully, excusing herself past people only stopping when someone tries to ask something. Waving them off as she keeps pushing her way past people. Finally, the chaos of the concert ends and she beams at the less crowded spot. Light hand reaches out for a light tap on the shoulder. ❝I fucking love your shoes. ❞ The appearance, bright colours and glitter on features make her seem so out of place. But the environment here is one she loves. Closeness with strangers and music that can drown out any thoughts she didn’t like. It isn’t until she gets a look that her face lights up more at the jacket he is wearing. ❝And your jacket!  ❞

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@sexwins because we need soft friendship things

▌█ ∵   🎆  ∵ █ ▌Upside down, hair touching floor hand laced with best friend. Two weeks of radio silence from her, no calls, no attendance to classes and fashion booth was left unattended. So his showing up of the night before with takeout to check on her was wonderful. Eyes closed before deep breath was taken. ❝I know I am a lot to handle as a friend sometimes X. Thanks for coming to check on me.  ❞ Struggles with mood swings, and depression, she ran out of medication and backorders were so high she hadn’t actually been able to use money from work for her own needs. Fabric prices had shot up in the last few days, at least to her so instead, she took time off and was losing her mind and her money ❝I got too stressed out. Sleepovers and takeout really helped.❞

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@sexwins​ sent:  “ yours are the sweetest eyes i've ever seen. ”

▌█ ∵   🎆  ∵ █ ▌As she inhaled smoke and ash fell to the floor beside her she carefully tilted her head before blowing the smoke away from Xavier. Needless to say, it had been a bad week for her, she skipped his classes for the week and had called out of work and even turned down spending time with him. Last night, however, the knock on her door and hands full of takeout prompted a friends-sleepover. He was the only person outside of her mother, who did not believe her or her doctors, about her disorder. While sometimes it scared her most days, he really helped and this was one of those times. Her mood swings had been in full tact, her job had cut her hours because of something stupid that was going on and she was short this month for her medication. So, things were a little off but, he had come in, with wings on his back and kept her company, reminding her she is loved and cared for. London was known for having her moments and to most, it was just because of the party type she was but he knew better, and he knew she had a heart she often wore on her sleeve. The sudden compliment as they lay in bed listening to a Queen vinyl and snacking on whatever was leftover from the night before caused a smile on her features. For a moment the self-doubt and anxiety about even leaving her house left.❝I think you are just saying that because I let you crash with me. But, you by far, have the sweetest eyes my sweet X. Because you bring me take out and lay in bed with me when things go south in my head, and that can be seen in those little soul windows you have. ❞