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she would have swallowed the sun to make you warm enough. she was nothing but love. she was nothing but love. (r.i.d.) / previously sunbeamiing
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you can now find layla over here!!
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“mooom.” he’s flopped across the couch, watching her in his upside down state. there’s a pout creasing his brow and he hasn’t moved in far too long. “—there’s a boy.”
❝ mm? ❞ she looks up from her phone, and---oh. (the smile appears unbidden, really; she can’t help it.) ❝ what’s this boy’s name? ❞
( @withasigh / topher )
if layla could skip, she would be; the sun is covering the world in a warm glow, she can smell the flowers, and she’s wearing the cutest yellow sundress, as prepared for this weather as she could possibly be. her steps don’t spring, they haven’t done for years, but she feels it all the same. there’s something about sunshine that just makes her happy, as though she’s solar-powered. maybe she is: layla’s health is always at its best in the summer. come autumn, her joints will seize again, and her mood will lessen, searching for those moments of sun. so she is going to take advantage of this, she’s going to walk --- yes, walk, with a floral cane chosen purely for its summery design --- through the park on her way back to the shop, and not worry about anything.
she should have known her legs would have other ideas. they’ve always been layla’s worst enemy.
it’s so frustrating; she’d been so optimistic that she could manage this walk, and here she is, legs dragging like there’s an anchor tied around them. she needs to sit down. it’s the only thing layla can think about: she’s got to sit before she falls and can’t get up. (she doesn’t need that kind of humiliation. not on a day like today.) the good thing about parks, at least, is there are benches, and she sits herself down on the nearest one with a sigh. that’s better --- she’ll just rest for a few minutes, and then she’ll have the strength for the rest of the journey. right? it’s only a few more minutes. layla turns to put her legs up and--- ❝ oh. ❞ how did she not realise someone else was here? how did she not realise she knows him? ❝ hi. topher, right? i-i’m sorry, i didn’t realise you were sitting here. um. i can go? if you want? ❞ he was probably not expecting company---just admiring the view, or whatever. she doesn’t know. ❝ but, um...please don’t want. i don’t think my legs are going to work right now. ❞
( @withasigh / topher )
❝ oh my goodness, i’m so sorry! ❞ practically running over someone was not on the agenda for today; it’s a wonder she doesn’t need a driving license for this thing, the way it can be hard to control, sometimes. it’s not as though layla could really miss him, given how tall the guy is, which means she’s either blind or...shouldn’t be allowed on the pavement. maybe she should stick l-plates on the back...but he was in front of her, so it’s not like he’d have seen, and---yeah, okay, maybe not. ❝ a-are you okay? they, um, they upgraded my motor and i’m not used to it yet. not...not mine. the chair’s. i wish they’d upgrade my motor, or whatever the, like, human body equivalent is. ❞ stop talking, layla. she runs her fingers through her hair, and remembers how to breathe. ❝ look, um, there’s a bench. why don’t you sit down for a minute make sure your legs are still, you know, intact? ❞
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the realisation comes with a rapid acknowledgement that he probably shouldn’t be using the phrase kidney transplant on a plate around her in the first place. whoops. he’ll take the self-inflicted rap across the knuckles and remember not to voice what he thinks hers looks like. ❛ yeah — you too. ❜ it’s a strange circumstance in which to see anyone, and layla doesn’t exactly seem like the kind of person he’d talk to ( or the kind of person that would talk to him ) outside of here, so the unorthodox whatever-it-is they’ve managed to hold onto throughout is special. not many things are nowadays.
❛ what happened to me ? ❜ he’s entirely uncertain to which aspect she’s alluding to — what happened to make him stop showing up there, or what happened to bring him back. he knows which one he’d rather talk about, swallowing the glum lump in his throat. ❛ i, uh … i got in a fight. ❜ it’s the prideful version of the truth, because nobody wants to say i got beaten up by a drug kingpin after he wouldn’t pay me. ❛ y’should see the other guy, y’know ? total car wreck. ❜ if his half-assed bragging was anything to show for his bluff, his near pristine knuckles certainly were, no punches thrown on his end. something tells him she’s not the type to be all that impressed by macho acts of bravado, anyway.
❝ oh. ❞ as someone who’s never gotten into a fight before --- not a physical one, anyway, and layla does her best to avoid verbal ones too, because not only does she start crying at the first hint of something mean said about her, she doesn’t know how to be mean to anyone back, not when she doesn’t want to hurt them --- she can’t really...understand why. surely there are better things than violence? (she’s realistic enough to know that not everybody will hold hands and hug instead...but she can hope, can’t she? hope is worth everything.) ❝ i-i’m not sure, you know, beating someone up is something to really be proud of. ❞ why do guys always say that? you should see the other guy, as if that’ll impress her. as if it’s a crowning achievement.
❝ but, um, i kind of meant the disappearing for a really long time thing. ❞
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her ma always had to remind her that it was going to take small steps. julia had never been a very patient person when it came to waiting for good things to come, but it was usually with things that were trivial. staying in this house, staying close to her ma, was where she felt the most comfortable. on the other side of that door, julia had lost everything she had ever been before. she didn’t know who to be or who she was. she was nothing like the previously confident woman who had her entire life ahead of her. those days were gone now, ripped to shreds by that awful war. but maybe layla could play a part in helping her find something. something that could help mend the broken pieces inside of her with a friendship she had been desperately longing for. after getting everything she needed to prepare the frosting, julia returned with a half-smile etched into her cheeks. ❝ ‘suppose you could say that. it’s mostly just an excuse for everyone to get together and brag about how wonderful their lives are over lemonade and cupcakes. ❞ truly, it wasn’t a lie. ❝ you could come along next sunday if you’d like. ❞
layla needs to have friends. it sounds like an exaggeration, but she’s relatively certain it isn’t one; she needs friends, because left to her own devices, loneliness sets in quickly, causing her chest to ache so much just breathing hurts. they keep her happy, they keep her strong, and she’s still coming to terms with the idea that she might never see her friends again --- some new friends here, in this still unfamiliar country, would do just the trick. layla hopes it isn’t premature to think that this friendship blossoming here, with julia, is going to be a good one. a long-lasting one, if she has anything to say about it; she likes julia a lot, and it seems like she could really do with some friends. ❝ um...can i brag about my cupcakes instead? ❞ she’d not heard of them before coming here (the victoria sponge is still a staple), but layla likes to think she’s adapted quickly. ❝ i would really like that. ❞
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❝ — fair enough. ❞ he still feels a little bit like his brain has been travelling all by itself in hyperdrive, so his lies are probably worse than usual right now. this whole place is beyond strange, but people seem like they’re mostly the same. and there’s something about her that makes her easy to trust; the kind of person poe would want to get to know even if he wasn’t stranded on a planet he’s never heard of before. ❝ i, uh, got knocked off course, and— ❞ he shrugs. ❝ here i am. ❞
❝ knocked off course? ❞ that...doesn’t sound good. does it? she doesn’t really know what it means, but being somewhere you didn’t plan to be can’t be a good thing, can it? life has this habit of throwing all kinds of curve balls at you---layla knows she’s nowhere she intended to be, and it can be hard, sometimes. it can be hard not to be who she’d thought she’d be...but she thinks she’s happy with who is now. ❝ like, a-an accident? ❞
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i crave affection!!!!!!! someone please hug me for 3 days straight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
on an unrelated note, somebody needs to smooch and/or snuggle her before she dies from lack of affection
layla’s n.ewsies au is basically: aged about 19, works in a bakery in manhattan, will absolutely start giving the n.ewsies the leftover food she’s meant to throw away at the end of the day once she’s met them, still chronically ill and uses a cane/annoys her boss bc she can’t always work full days
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fictional kiss things that end me
- being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward
- one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other
- pressing their foreheads together while kissing
- speaking normally, then after the kiss their voice is hoarse
- guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately
- staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in
- running their thumb over the other’s lips
- when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves
- ripping the other away - “no we shouldn’t” - but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close
- one sliding their hand into the other’s hair slowly
- their entire body freezing for a second when their love kisses them
- accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart
- when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more
- a hoarse whisper “kiss me”
- then licks their lips and says “please”
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layla might just be the nicest person julia has ever met. the way she always seemed to put everyone else’s needs before her own both humbled her and worried her. she knew that deflecting from your own problems to focus on others could be tormenting in the end——–and she never wanted layla to feel that way. especially considering she was new to the area. it had to be scary to be in such a foreign place by herself, and maybe julia could learn to open up a little more. ❝ swell, i’ll grab everything from the pantry and we can get goin’. ❞ it was nice to have someone around who shared her love of baking, too. other than her ma, julia only really did it by herself. it was cathartic, in a way. ❝ well, you ever find yourself with some extra treats, our lady of mercy is always looking for donations. we have socials every wednesday and we’re always welcome to new people swinging through. ❞
adjusting to a new place takes time. it’s what layla keeps telling herself --- because this isn’t like moving out of her mother’s home for war work, when home was just a few stops away on the train, still, when she had friends and was surrounded by a culture as familiar as anything. layla’s not sure she’s adventurous enough for this...but she’s here, anyway, and after what some people have been through in the war, how can she complain? homesickness (and she’s here with her mama, which should lessen it, right?) is nothing compared to being a soldier, or what julia is feeling. layla knows people who died, she’s sure everyone does, but she wasn’t married to one of them. ❝ wonderful! ❞ finding someone to bake with is nice; it’s been layla’s love for a long time, but it’s only her and her mama; there’s a limit to how much she can make. ❝ ---socials? as in, meeting people? ❞
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❝ ——i’m fine? ❞ he’s a terrible liar, is what he is — even about this — so poe follows after her and takes a seat anyway. ❝ thanks. —i don’t wanna intrude, or anything. ❞
❝ i’m, like, the worst liar on earth, and even i can tell you’re not fine. ❞ maybe some people wouldn’t have concern for a stranger, but she can’t just let him go being...not-fine. (of course, if he really wanted to go, she couldn’t stop him...which must mean he wants to stay, she supposes.) ❝ i’m pretty sure i’ve never met anyone who intrudes, so, you know. you’re okay. what happened? ❞
( @mustscream / starter call )
❝ so, in your capacity as official taste tester-slash-friend--- ❞ they’re sitting in layla’s apartment, because she has staff at her shop for a reason (days when she’s too exhausted to work, or her legs are aching too much, or she just needs a work-life balance, because layla loves her job, but she loves her daughter more), tea on the table despite the sunlight poring in. it’s never too hot for tea. ❝ ---do you think i should figure out a way to sell cake batter? like, as some kind of...sundae-milkshake-thing? except i’d have to find an alternative to eggs because i totally don’t want to get shut down for giving people salmonella, or---it is salmonella that eggs can give you, right? ❞
( @guttersniper / starter call )
❝ oh my god, mutt! ❞ yes, that was something akin to a squeal, hand coming to her chest, heart suddenly taking off in her chest. ❝ sorry, i-i can be a little, um, a little jumpy. you scared me. ❞