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[ID: Digital art that has been broken up into four panels. It is of a person wearing a long blue coat and blue pants with a green backpack, with long black hair and a pale face. They are reaching out to a white, translucent figure next to them. The background gives a vague impression of a field, and blue and purple night sky. White text has been added that reads, “Is it haunting? If I’m the one leaving open a crack in the window.” END ID]
Haley Lu Richardson and Jessica Sula via haleyluhoo Instagram stories, 09/12/2022.
aceofportsmouth·:
He kept smiling. She wouldn’t break his exterior. “Personally, I wouldn’t have put something like this on, but I didn’t know Greer too well. Was she the type to want the party to keep going?” Booker inquired. Greer was still an enigma to him. Despite nothing being revealed by her, their brief encounters were memorable. Her cousin surely knew her better than he did. “She seemed cool. Were you both close?” Booker didn’t have any cousins, but he would like to think if he did they would be close.
quinn shrugged. "she is the type, to be honest, but greer's never exactly been known for making the best decisions." at least to anyone who could think independently of the golden girl's influence, she thought to herself. "and we are. we were. well, as close as any relatives around the same age could be. we grew up together, went to the same schools, spent breaks with our family. i think we just eventually grew up to be very different people with very different interests." the blonde touted the same vague answers everybody knew to the stranger.
rewdmello·:
who: @quinneths· where: Near the pool what: Carew’s just really sick of her shit
He was already annoyed. That much he was certain, was obvious in the way he’d kept to himself almost the entirety of the night. He didn’t want to be bothered anymore than he wanted to get in this fight tonight. But neither of which seemed to be his choice when he found himself coming face to face with none other than their golden girl herself’s cousin. Quinn Morrison. Someone initially he really liked to believe he would have gotten along with. Intellectually he could appreciate just about anyone who seemed smart enough to keep up with him. But her personality? In comparison it was like nails on a chalk board. If he wasn’t afraid of getting in two arguments that evening he’d have passed her on all together. But he decided against being rude when she stopped in front of him. “Quinn..” He started, not quite willing to make eye contact with her. “Didn’t expect you to want to be at something like this.” He suggested, glancing down to finally meet her gaze. He wasn’t sure how the hell he’d handle a party thrown by a missing relative but it sure as hell seemed like one he’d wish to avoid himself.
quinn was bored and that was bad news for everyone. a middle child, and a spoiled one at that, her reflexive reaction was to start pushing the buttons of whoever she could find as entertainment. even better if there was already bad blood there. she spotted carew in the standing crowd and made a beeline. quinn didn't have a particular dislike for the junior. far from it; she found his mind, and looks, attractive. what she did have was an awareness that she ground his gears for whatever reasons... it wasn't like he made a secret of it. while she theorised he actually secretly enjoyed their back and forth, quinn knew she was mostly in this for herself. she stared up at him until he looked back. "i don't. but what would the masses say if i didn't come?"
ironlvngs·:
at her response, he holds his hand up to his heart, acting out as though he was pulling a dagger out of his chest, with a grin painted on his lips. he could tell that quinn never trusted him — she was a smart girl, and it didn’t surprise him that she chose not to trust him. but the suspicion grew when greer disappeared, and it got him beginning to wonder if she thought he had anything to do with that.
he reaches out his pack of cigarettes, gesturing for her to take one. “ be my guest. i’m curious to see what trick that is — all of mine are limited to dorm room tricks, i’m afraid. ”
"i doubt that." she added while walking over, taking a cigarette from the pack offered. quinn gestured for link to follow her and began leading them away from the main set of lockers and around the corner to a fully tiled shower area. there were some cubicles adjacent to the wall, for those who craved privacy, and for those who didn't; a typical offering of an open rectangle of densely packed riser rails. she twisted their dials one by one, being careful not to get splashed, and turned back to link with a cheeky smile before sitting in the middle of the short curb that acted as a dam for the run-off. "blow your smoke towards the running water. it dissipates it before it can reach the alarm out there and stops the smell from clinging."
Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams; “Mouse Koan”
kitkallberg·:
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Bonk! The impact of whatever that was knocked Kit’s head forward, the sudden movement uncomfortable on his neck. “Ow…” From the sound of the thump, he was guessing what assaulted him was one of those beach balls people were throwing around. His hand sought the place where it struck, fingers rubbing at the base of his skull. Who the heck? He turned around. A look of surprise bloomed on his features when he saw who the culprit was. Or at least strongly might have been. “Quinn, was that you?” Even under the influence of something, Kit knew to be doubtful. Quinn wasn’t exactly the type after all.
she blinked incredulously in response to kit's query and then, for dramatic effect, turned to look behind herself while laying her palm over her sternum. "who — me?" the blonde continued, "of course not." being the ever-confident liar she was, quinn took the hand from her chest and used it to point behind her shoulder. "i'm sure it came from over there. are you injured?"
mari-zuko·:
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Someone else may have winced at the sound of the beach ball smacking into someone’s head, but Mari just glanced over, apathetically watching the ensuing reactions. She sipped from her drink, just barely resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the over-dramatics - it was a beach ball, after all - her eyes returning to the person who had hit it at the muttered curse word. Quinn, of course. Mari was somewhat surprised to see her there, the relationship between Quinn and Greer….not great, to those who were aware, at least. Which, since Mari had been, definitely affected her own relationship with Quinn. The sorority rivalry only added to the bitter air between them. “Nice aim,” Mari said, shaking her hair back from her face a little bit. “They probably deserved it.”
quinn quickly turned away, brushing down her purple shirt in an attempt to obfuscate responsibility. her eyes flicked up. of course, it had to be mari. she would have clearly seen quinn's little social faux pas. her head cocked to the side. "i'm not captain of the championship-winning volleyball team for nothing," she couldn't resist tempting their usual competitiveness. "but thanks. i guess you have an eye for some things at least."
