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writetomyheart2022-06-21 02:18 am
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[team two] drama
Just a random drabble because I don't want to skip!!
Simon Snow series; Baz POV
Unrequited Baz/Agatha;G
"Can I get one?" Agatha says. I know it's Agatha from her voice. I knew it was her sneaking along the path behind me long before she called out - I'm walking downwind and the sharp smell of her expensive perfume over her sugar sweet scent, stings at my overpowered nose.
I stop and turn to her, raising a practiced eyebrow.
She flicks her hair over her shoulder, the moonlight turning the strands to spun silver, and holds out her hand, pointing towards my cigarette.
I raise it to my lips and she watches as they purse around the butt, my cheeks hollowing with my next slow pull. I suck the nicotine down, fancying I can feel it seep through me, soothing me.
"They're bad for you." I state.
Agatha rolls her eyes, it looks childish on her and I turn away, setting off along the path again.
I hear her feet crunching the dead leaves as she quickens her pace to catch me. "Maybe I'm not afraid of things that are bad for me..."
It's a callback to our last conversation, out in the courtyard. I'm just as tired as I was then, just as reluctant to get pulled into this drama.
I sigh quietly and raise my cigarette again but Agatha reaches out to pluck it from my fingers.
I could stop her, my reflexes are quicker than hers but a sick part of me is kind of interested to see her reaction.
She's done it before, she inhales and she doesn't cough or splutter but she can't quite hide the way her face scrunches up. She must read my surprised expression as impressed because she takes another drag, a longer one - she's going to give herself a headrush.
"What do you want, Wellbelove?" I ask, direct but not entirely unkind. "You didn't follow me down here for a smoke."
It's the wrong question to ask, it draws a coy smile onto her face and she folds her arms around herself, cigarette still poking out between her delicate fingers. I hadn't even noticed her outfit before, a long white dress, dramatic, she looks like she's just come from wandering the hills looking for Heathcliff.
"I just want to get to know you better..."
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serratedpearls
Simon Snow series; Baz POV
Unrequited Baz/Agatha;G
"Can I get one?" Agatha says. I know it's Agatha from her voice. I knew it was her sneaking along the path behind me long before she called out - I'm walking downwind and the sharp smell of her expensive perfume over her sugar sweet scent, stings at my overpowered nose.
I stop and turn to her, raising a practiced eyebrow.
She flicks her hair over her shoulder, the moonlight turning the strands to spun silver, and holds out her hand, pointing towards my cigarette.
I raise it to my lips and she watches as they purse around the butt, my cheeks hollowing with my next slow pull. I suck the nicotine down, fancying I can feel it seep through me, soothing me.
"They're bad for you." I state.
Agatha rolls her eyes, it looks childish on her and I turn away, setting off along the path again.
I hear her feet crunching the dead leaves as she quickens her pace to catch me. "Maybe I'm not afraid of things that are bad for me..."
It's a callback to our last conversation, out in the courtyard. I'm just as tired as I was then, just as reluctant to get pulled into this drama.
I sigh quietly and raise my cigarette again but Agatha reaches out to pluck it from my fingers.
I could stop her, my reflexes are quicker than hers but a sick part of me is kind of interested to see her reaction.
She's done it before, she inhales and she doesn't cough or splutter but she can't quite hide the way her face scrunches up. She must read my surprised expression as impressed because she takes another drag, a longer one - she's going to give herself a headrush.
"What do you want, Wellbelove?" I ask, direct but not entirely unkind. "You didn't follow me down here for a smoke."
It's the wrong question to ask, it draws a coy smile onto her face and she folds her arms around herself, cigarette still poking out between her delicate fingers. I hadn't even noticed her outfit before, a long white dress, dramatic, she looks like she's just come from wandering the hills looking for Heathcliff.
"I just want to get to know you better..."
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