[ this was the product of a lot of handwringing, half-finished sentences, and finally forced communication from essie because she couldn't stand hanging in limbo. if this wasn't going to work, she would bow out since she had done so in the beginning and it would have been fine. but thankfully, injecting some sensibility into the equation did them all some good. maybe it will end up being as unhealthy as she feared in the long run, but after being broken down piece by piece, she won't turn away the constant flow of affection and feelings of acceptance. any drama whittles down to petty arguments. and she and van – well, this is beyond a mutual agreement now.
she likes him, is even thankful for how much he pushed jules to acknowledge and sharpen the hidden qualities about himself that they couldn't have possibly seen in high school. she feels challenged by him in the studio, having been hazed in a ... more productive way than her old school. there's no excusing the meanness from before, but it's in the past now.
now, she's kissing him back, the two of them lazy and basking in the aftermath of what they had just done, not quite partners but further from rivals than before. it's strangely saccharine, the way he kisses her, different from the way they usually kiss when they're in the heat of the moment. with a soft giggle, she places her phone on jules's desk and turns her head to look at him properly, lifting her hand to push his hair away from his eyes. ]
What, you miss him already? [ she teases, wrinkling her nose. ]
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Date: 2020-04-28 04:44 am (UTC)she likes him, is even thankful for how much he pushed jules to acknowledge and sharpen the hidden qualities about himself that they couldn't have possibly seen in high school. she feels challenged by him in the studio, having been hazed in a ... more productive way than her old school. there's no excusing the meanness from before, but it's in the past now.
now, she's kissing him back, the two of them lazy and basking in the aftermath of what they had just done, not quite partners but further from rivals than before. it's strangely saccharine, the way he kisses her, different from the way they usually kiss when they're in the heat of the moment. with a soft giggle, she places her phone on jules's desk and turns her head to look at him properly, lifting her hand to push his hair away from his eyes. ]
What, you miss him already? [ she teases, wrinkling her nose. ]