on it with a skyward glance. “hmmm——yes.”
an elated squeal erupts from her mouth before she’s swaddling harrow in another tight, swaying embrace. “are you kidding?! i’d love to! this is gonna be the best summer, ever!”
her entire expression melts with warmth. even seeing the subtle sheepishness in harrow’s features has her eyes dancing over her girlfriend’s face amusedly.
“me, stay with you in nola? one of the most romantic cities, ever?” she takes a deep breath and pretends to mull …
there are hydrangeas that have been potted in the soil of her heart, blooming in pastel shades of pinks and blues —— and they 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 in these moments, rejuvenated by the gentle rainfall of pippa’s affection. of her 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. —
yeah. ❪ she makes a face that might as well convey the look of lupine ears flattening. ❫ it’s just weird, having to accept 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 thing as the new normal … sorry, i know i must sound silly constantly harping on these things.
❪ breath hitches slightly, then steadies as hands are brought around to cup pippa’s cheeks instead. ❫ i’d never let you get lost. ❪ unfaltering. ❫ have you considered a moonlight ring?
“… oh!” her eyes widen a fraction, an invisible lightbulb sparking over her before she continues to rummage through her bag without a second thought.
within seconds, she’s pulling a chic magnifying glass out in the shape of a turtle. “uh, it’s charmed as well. it can …
“ that’s interesting kid” a small smile settling upon her lips , setting the dagger back down . “ a magnified glass , have one of those?” she raised a brow crossing her arms.
her eyes crease into smiling crescents with how proud she is of her mary poppins’ bag.
“one of my most lived by rules is to never, as a lady, leave the house unprepared!” punctuating the air with a finger. “you never know when you need to kick ass and still look cute.”
in true animated fashion, she approaches @petalbites, groaning melodramatically with her head hung down until she’s nudging it against the older blonde’s shoulder.
“i have a problem,” she mumbles dolefully.
“let’s see …” unzipping her chanel tote, pulling out a variety of medieval–looking objects: rope, herbs, a dagger, lip gloss, and perfume. “my bag of tricks——uh, what was it you were looking for, @saintvets?”
only when we’re having a disagreement. ❪ joking, meeting her eyes shyly now. ❫ sometimes i do. it’s actually worse when you’re not around … it’s, like, i’m missing my anchor, and i’ll just float out to sea. but, with the wolf thing stead.
are you ever not? ❪ lips jutting in a pout at the ghost of harrow’s kiss, she gives a crestfallen sigh. ❫ … well. there 𝘪𝘴 a full moon coming up. i am worried about that.
i’m being serious. ❪ but the corners of her lips curl as she leans up on her toes, brushing a kiss to the edge of pippa’s mouth. ❫ if you’re 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 afraid, talk to me. i want to help you.