/ hiiii falls over dies
you know i hate elena. mom’s a whole new brand of a nutjob and dad’s just plain pathetic. you’re as second best as they come, kiddo. take my advice, m’kay? leave blondie.
@ripfitz you think i’m second best? [notice how she threw everything else he had said about /her own girlfriend/ away? emi is truly a puppy in this family. she’d do anything for approval, especially if it’s from her older brother. he was always more fun than elena &, well, they shared the same dad which made them more… connected.] really?
/you’re/ funny, emi. the funniest. [she’s stalking a hand to latch onto her own, bringing it close to the blonde halo on top of her head braided with intention of untangling not much later on in the night.] and it’s not the outfit. the outfit’s hot. leather jacket and all.. [eyes trail, impromptu, on the outfit then swish back up. focus, focus.] c’mooon.. they aren’t even, what, five minutes into the movie and you’re trying to get a smooch out of me. i’m not that type of girl. [she was.]
fuck—! .. sorry. sorry, uh, do you have a phone charger? of course mines dies at literally the worst time ever.
ten minutes works! i kinda just blew up at someone through text and kinda don’t know if i wanna know their response right now or not .. so we’re good.
i need to get out of this place. this town.
someplace that’s totally different than this one. maybe a city? a big one. it’s gotta be a big one, ems. let’s go. seriously.
we should probably, uhm, (…)
[she squirms in place on the couch lulling her further and further into the velvet cushions next to her girlfriend. all just to end up in her arms all over again.] vanilla? really? [the hot breath gigi blows with a softened sigh to conceal an incoming chuckle whisks strands of solitary hair peeping into emi’s visage painted a familiar red.] so you brought me back.. for more movie time? down for the action genre now, i’m sure.
@butimacheerleadr i /fondly/ remember the one where we.. [a very quick ‘you know’ look, just to tease, and completely saying the opposite of that night,] watched every disney movie that you loved. that was the first time i made cupcakes, too.. with vanilla topping. graced by your beautiful work, of course.
[the lestat’s are loving as much as they’re incendiary, a textbook counterpart to the ever-suburban melancholia ridden saltzmans. the house is big. big enough that she thinks, multiple times during the day, of how much more people could fit into it if emi and her ever— well.] you romeo’d my room a handful of times. it’s weird being in yours. [a very quick,] a good weird, duh. i mean, i’ve /been/ been here before. remember our sleepovers?
just stop shouting, okay?! —okay!!
i’m so pathetic for you..
something like that. better. [her visage’s blurred out by the glaring vision of overhead lightening. so pretty it hurt. so burning it made something in her stomach churn and turn and weep. like something fitzgerald or those old expats would write a few hefty paragraphs about. she’s too focused on emi to notice the skeletal grip the bed’s left on the etching of her back. a tug for a ‘come closer’, another for ‘kiss me, baby, i’m yours’ as gigi’s face leans closer and closer.] it’s a billion things. you’re like, my everything, i think. [especially with the very little that she did have. a partial side to the room she shared with susie under demeaning mother’s roof, a few memorabilia discs (which emi’d gifted half of) and a mediocre ability to braid.]
@butimacheerleadr [emi has a toothy grin across her lips, looking down at her girlfriend while hovering her on her rather shitty, worn out bed. she has money to get a new one, she hopes gigi says something so they can get one /together/.] and i guess that makes me… hm, what? crazy devoted to you?
/ hiiii falls over dies
, when she has a collection of small tiny figurines