i was just browsing tumblr to see if a fosters rp community existed. and astfghju i came across your multi muse blog in tags and ! i want to make ! cop mom.
apologies for the late reply! but if you wish to, you should go with your gut and make an account. i’d love to write with you!
i have drafted all the replies i owe. while i work on those, feel free to mssg me for my s.kype and d.iscord so we can plot something!
“you wouldn’t mind if i just…?”
his gaze drops to the open seat at their table as he trails off. he was usually quick to enter the cafeteria during lunchtime and secure himself a table. he had to be. friendly classmates were scarce, and eating lunch in the restroom wasn’t an option. however, his english substitute threw a wrench in his plans. she asked him to stay after class so they could talk : something about his recent work being uninspired, that she knew he could do better. he had only been half - listening. critiques weren’t needed, a good meal was. expectant eyes turn back to the stranger, waiting for a response.
➥ @guiltfound !
“ uh... “ response is drawn out as brows arch slightly. color her surprised , but she’ll attempt to not showcase it in her expression. yet head tilts & hazel eyes squint , visage still managing to reveal just about every thought fumbling through her brain. “ –––– no , i don’t mind. it’s all yours. “ tone soft & assuring , chest almost tightening with a panic ; corners of lips tugging into a saccharine smile. all she can do is allow herself the chance to accept his presence & make the most of his company. “ i’m kate , by the way. “
update: i’ve been taking more shifts at work so that’s why i’m not as active as i would like. i’ll log in whenever i can!
days run together now. she can’t tell how long it’s been since she’d last seen lacey —- since everything. she knows she hasn’t eaten though, no more than enough to get by. and she knows showers had come scarce, that her hats aren’t fooling anyone anymore. and she hates that more than anything, because it means she’s SPIRALING again. she’s losing herself to all ofdanny’sshit again, after all the hard work she’d put into ridding herself of it before.
and, just like before, lacey seems to be handling it with grace. in her defense, it probably didn’t hurt that it wasn’t her family in ruins after all this. it wasn’t her boyfriend that ended up being her brother, not her father who’d pulled the trigger that night. she tries to remind herself that lacey hurts too. but it’s just so hard to see past that FRESH SMILE. she smiles back anyway. ❛ you don’t have to GO. unless you’re just straight up avoiding me — which i so wouldn’t blame you for anymore… ❜
an unforeseen rejoinder ! there’s a second apparent shift upon ebony visage. smile falters & fades ; chocolate hues narrow slightly. it’s a response that should come as no surprise. the other’s gaze leaves her uneasy , feeling guilty for a crime she hasn’t even committed. perhaps she deserves everything that happened since danny’s homecoming — for abandoning her friend then & now. perhaps she should be perceived as GUILTY. ❛ no , no , that’s not… ❜
a sigh, words fizz out into the air , then lips purse ; thanks their childhood , she has grown accustomed to wearing a mask , whether that exists in the halls of green grove high or behind closed doors of home — more than ever since regina’s death. all she could hope for is that nobody is observant enough to peek through the cracks. ❛ if you want , we can grab a booth TOGETHER ? ❜
parted brims , that a color of a ripe raspberry with deep pink drupelets , mold into a winning smile –––– revealing bare porcelain. pearly whites flash amongst visage ; azure gaze bestows upon a great feat , which happens to be filled with every hue of rose gold , champagne , cherry red , & more ! despite personal fashion choices , the PUSSYCAT has always admired midge’s ephemeral sense of style. but now , she can admire it more a little more closely.
hair worn in natural curls now toyed by her index finger. she observes the other in the room , kitten heels clicking in accordance to the beats that deafeningly echo in her cognitive. ❝ i’ll be honest. i kind of want toborroweverything from your closet. ❞ an undeniably WARM chuckle escapes ; simper only widening with time.
@girllorn / for midge klump!
there’s a haste but noticeable change in lacey’s demeanor ; from a countenance of shock to utter & total empathy. since what occurred only days ago , they’ve seemed to have reach the peak of chaos. a surge of revelations visit as a result of evident solitude. from experience , it’s better not to lean on others in times like these. though she’s left with nothing but scrambled thoughts & dreams that seem all too real.
❝ JO. ❞ blonde tresses are recognized from her peripheral vision , but seeing her newfound company only allows the confusion of it all to seethe , boil in her veins. now here comes ANOTHER surge. that flow of despondency that burdens & contradicts her. teeth capture her bottom lip before finally letting go ; an apologetic smile curls with the corners of her lips. clearly , any loss weighs heavy on her heart. ❝ i was just leaving... ❞
@andbeyonds / for jo masterson!
and when you start to look at ME - a physical fatality ; and you surrender to the heat, you'll know. i can put on a show, i can put on a show ! don't you see what you're finding ? this is HEAVEN in hiding.
