the kiss is desperate on her part, messy; she fails to match the pace, teeth knocking against each other. the girl completely shatters her otherwise cool composure- leaving her feeling like she’s kissing someone for the very first time.
the room spins out—and then her hands
ramona moves one hand to oona's shoulder in order to steady herself, so she doesn't fall trying to remain standing on her tiptoes.
her lips moving in sync with hers like she had done any other time since their first kiss.
are flat against ramona’s waist, pushing her back against the nearest wall.
then, thunder roars outside, startling her so badly that she bites down on ramona’s bottom lip harder than intended—the sharp taste of copper instantly mixing on her tongue.
she pulls back, expression
// just want to share the information that someone wrote a oneshot that is literally just oona leaving ramona voicemails throughout the time she was at barrie :´)
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𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 . ♡
𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 if you'd like a random starter with Kay.
𝐐𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞 if you'd rather go to DMs to plan something specific.
𝐑𝐓 to spread the word.
she catches @solitudebeckons staring at her lips a fraction of a second before she closes the distance between them, but her heart still nearly jumps right out of her chest.
her mind blanks the moment their lips collide—any words she should have said instead, forgotten. a
https://t.co/hzjRsjWhwW hello everyone from the sterling point verse... I was on my account @beckonssolitude which has since been suspended.
please follow me and interact here. <3
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⌞ 𝑯𝒆𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔? ⌝
beau bellamy, an original character for the sterling point verse, by #𝒜𝓏𝑜𝓇.
socially oblivious, golden retriever, part-time bartender, part-time model, full time himbo.
of hair behind her ear, fingers lingering before slipping down to catch her chin, tilting her face to the side.
she lets out a quiet hum of approval. “pretty sure.”
it doesn’t seem to fully hit her yet—that ramona is somehow back in sterling point. it feels more like a fever dream than anything, and she moves like someone caught in one.
she finds her legs carrying her forward on their own accord. her hand reaches out to tuck a damp strand