@redqueenetwork mission 04 | friendships
Elane Haven, Wren Skonos, Evangeline and Ptolemus Samos
“Beatrice, look at this!” Ava holds up a hat for her to inspect. It’s a hat, navy blue, with the words ‘Women want me, fish fear me’ sewn neatly across the front of it. Beatrice bites back the smile that threatens to spread across her face.
“That certainly fits you,” she says, because it does.
“Look, I found one for you, too,” Ava says, digging around in a pile of similar-looking hats. She pulls another one out, this one a dark red color and slightly more raggedy than the first, and Beatrice squints to read the worn text sewn across the top.
‘Cooler than you,’ it reads, with a cartoonish printing of a pair of sunglasses directly underneath. The smile tugs at her mouth again and this time Beatrice isn’t able to smother it completely. Ava looks entirely too pleased about that.
Beatrice says, charmed against her will, “I’m not too sure that’s my style.”
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OR:
The Ensemble RoadTrip AU
• lighting a scented candle & reading curled up in an armchair
• browsing the bookshelves at your favourite library while the rain is knocking on the windows
• making a hearty butternut squash soup & baking an apple pie for dessert
• drinking vanilla tea while being wrapped up in a cozy blanket
• reading russian classics as the fresh autumn air is blowing in from the open window
• taking a long walk after it has rained, smelling the air rich in oxygen, watching the leaves in autumn colours fall & listening to them crunching at each step
• having a warm hot chocolate & leaving a stain of your burgundy lipstick on the edge of the cup
• wearing your favourite turtlenecks & oversized sweaters under a long wool coat
• visiting a museum with your secret lover, holding hands and enjoying the art in the silence of the old galleries
• sitting in a small café, drinking warm coffee & looking outside at the pouring rain, pulling the sleeves of your knit to protect your palms from the hot cup
• listening to dark, romantic classical music as you sit in front of the fireplace, watching the flames dance & crackle
• writing letters & poetry onto thick, cream paper, black ink staining your fingertips as you feverishly try to find the right words & expressions
• taking a bite of bitter yet sweet dark chocolate & a sip of high tannin red wine as you read plays aloud with friends, cooped up inside while it is storming
Am I an agnostic young woman in the twenty first century who has plenty of real life things to accomplish? Yes, yes I am.
Have I nonetheless devoted an inordinate amount of time to memorizing the Lord’s Prayer in Proto-Celtic, Early Brythonic, and Old English? Yes, yes I have.
Do I have regrets about this? Not as many as I should. The ability to scream holy Celtic verses from memory in open fields is terribly under-appreciated in this society.
I'm her secret she keeps hidden and she is my story that i want to tell
James: Why do you love me though, Lils?
Lily: You know I married you for your money and status, right?
James:
Remus: Yeah, Lily and I saw two pureblood idiots on our first day of school.
Lily: and we were like, "This is convenient."
Remus: and the plan worked.
James and Sirius:
Lily and Remus: *high fives*
not me saying carpe diem before i do smthg risky and in most cases; stupid
the absolute fucking height of comedy is scientists and scholars getting into fights over incredibly niche subjects. the idea of nerds in labcoats and suits getting close to blows over something that only like 20 people care about is so funny.
Stages of tea 1. Rapid-tiny-sip hot 2. Optimum temp 3. “Down it” lukewarm 4. Just-too-late cold 5. Accidental yesterday’s tea horror sip
Dark Academia, Plants, Red Queen, An arrangement of ships She/her
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