•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.
>> hallway, tristan
•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.
He thought for a second-was he not going to tell her or had he forgotten? Was he dull enough not to remember where he came from? “My father was from the Southern Isles, but my brother and I were born in the Western Isles. We don’t really get creative with names.” Tristan said the word ‘brother’ with spite-Porcelain picked up on that. She decided to note that for later-was there something between him and his brother? “Hm. Never heard of them. Might as well be la-la land,” she told him, though she didn’t think he was lying. Then, she said, “Oh no…don’t tell me there’s two of you!”
He ignored her, then frowned. “You asked.” He pointed out. Porcelain looked away for a second, shrugging-he was right about that, but she would never admit it. Instead, she scowled at him while he examined his arm-her nails had left tiny, crescent-shaped marks in his skin. She didn’t know whether to feel satisfied or remorseful at that, so instead, she just decided to ignore it and not feel anything.
“Suit yourself,” he said, to which Porcelain thought, I will. “But my word’s still worth something. Depends if you count fake declarations of love or not.” She looked at him-boredly, but there was a bit of curiosity behind her as well. “Fake?” She echoed meanly. She had never been declared love to before-the only people who cared about her were Farrow and Farra, maybe, but she had abandoned them, too. His smile only deepened her frown. “Oh, come on. I am not blonde, I’m strawberry blonde. There’s a difference!” He insisted. She smirked to this-she’d gotten him to deny his blonde-ness. “You’re still in the blonde family,” she told him. Then, remembering how he’d called her hair silver instead of white, she softened a bit-“Fine. I’m Silver, you’re Strawberry.”
orp >> @skyler2
•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.
They’ll meet again 
