06-17-2018, 11:17 PM
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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
ooc w ow i love this au so much i want to draw it afjdksdf
Ding! Ding! Din - ding!
Oh - crap. Crap. Hazel was covered in yellow and white paint, and not in the ideal position for interacting with technology, but...oh well. Whatever! She pretty much tossed the whole "sparkling clean" concept in the trash the day she discovered paints. She grabbed the rag off the table next to her laptop and hastily wiping her hands on it before opening the dinging application and scrolling through the chat. She rolled her eyes, huffing out a dry laugh and typing her response.
princess Today at 8:14 PM
bast your sarcasm translates horribly over text smh
no worries, cooper : )) you'rw good!
*you're
Snorting softly to herself at Bastille's dry humor, she clicked on the video chat icon, watching Margy and Suite's faces pop up on screen while her own image sharpened from its initial low resolution. She quickly yanked out her earbuds and stuffed them in her overall pockets before trying to push some of her curls out of her face. She...succeeded, ish. Mostly she just managed to get paint in her hair. The white backdrop of her studio was stark against her skin and hair, putting emphasis on the canvas visible in the corners of the screen. From the looks of it, the piece was taller than Hazel herself, and covered in an array of warm colors.
"Hey guys!" She greeted, waving with a paint-covered hand. Jeez, she felt so young. She was a rising high school senior, and they were in college. She was in way over her head.
Ding! Ding! Din - ding!
Oh - crap. Crap. Hazel was covered in yellow and white paint, and not in the ideal position for interacting with technology, but...oh well. Whatever! She pretty much tossed the whole "sparkling clean" concept in the trash the day she discovered paints. She grabbed the rag off the table next to her laptop and hastily wiping her hands on it before opening the dinging application and scrolling through the chat. She rolled her eyes, huffing out a dry laugh and typing her response.
princess Today at 8:14 PM
bast your sarcasm translates horribly over text smh
no worries, cooper : )) you'rw good!
*you're
Snorting softly to herself at Bastille's dry humor, she clicked on the video chat icon, watching Margy and Suite's faces pop up on screen while her own image sharpened from its initial low resolution. She quickly yanked out her earbuds and stuffed them in her overall pockets before trying to push some of her curls out of her face. She...succeeded, ish. Mostly she just managed to get paint in her hair. The white backdrop of her studio was stark against her skin and hair, putting emphasis on the canvas visible in the corners of the screen. From the looks of it, the piece was taller than Hazel herself, and covered in an array of warm colors.
"Hey guys!" She greeted, waving with a paint-covered hand. Jeez, she felt so young. She was a rising high school senior, and they were in college. She was in way over her head.
★ — hazel — "speech" — eight months — the ascendants — tags — ★
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better