Quinneths - 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕥

kitkallberg·:

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Of course not followed by Quinn gesturing over her shoulder. Kit didn’t know what to believe. His face crumpled in confusion. “Uhh no,” he answered. “I mean, it was a beach ball so it’s not like I’m injured. It hurt just a bit.” Whoever whacked that ball had some serious fire in their palms. He continued to rub the back of his head for a moment more before dropping his hand to his side. “But uh, hey,” he greeted. “Are you…” Having a good time? No, that wasn’t the right thing to ask. “You’re here,” he decided to say instead. A bit surprised Quinn showed up at all.

               —quinn   tittered.   "no   shit,   sherlock."   you're   here.   she'd   forgotten   how   completely   awkward   kit   could   be.   he   got   away   with   it,   too;   a   puppy   transfigured   into   a   six-foot-something   beefcake.   if   she   ever   let   herself,   quinn   would   miss   the   friendship   they   had   struck   up   when   he   first   arrived.   but   she   was   quinn   morrison   and   she    didn't   do   that.   at   least,   that's   what   she   told   herself.   "got   to   be.   what   if   your   girl   shows   up?"   she   asked   with   a   bitter   rhetoric.

aceofportsmouth·:

- where: greer's pool party - when: october 25th, early in the evening - who: open starter

The pool felt amazing. It had been a long since he’d been swimming. It never hurt to get some exercise in so he began doing some laps, dodging any of the other swimmers. He breached the water, shaking the excess of like a dog. Movement caught his eye nearby the ledge. Why weren’t they swimming? Feeling social, Booker swam towards the ledge, propping his arms on the side, looking up at the person. “I think you’re suppose to get in the water at a pool party.” He said with a cheeky grin. “If you need a push, I’m more than willing.”

               the   closest   quinn   was   getting   to   the   pool   was   to   sit   on   the   edge,   staring   down   her   nose   at   the   hullaballoo   of   her   classmates   in   the   water.   for   all   their   youthful   anarchy   she   knew   if   her   cousin   were   to   walk   through   those   doors   this   minute   they   would   all   stand   to   attention   like   the   obedient   dogs   they   were.   save   a   few,   perhaps.   she   was   off   in   her   own   fault-finding   thoughts   when   she   realised   one   of   those   very   whelps   was   talking   to   her.   her   eyes   narrowed. "lay   a   hand   on   me   and   you'll   be   in   a   jail   cell   quicker   than   you   can   say   attempted   assault."

*crushes my emotions with my bare hands* as I was saying,

aceofportsmouth·:

Booker recognized the loathing in her eyes. The prickly ones are always the most powerful. While not the queen herself, a Morrison still holds a certain amount of sway. He smiled, choosing to ignore her bad manners. Booker raised his hands in defence. “It was merely a suggestion. I thought a dip might make things more fun.” Or remove that frown went unsaid. Quinn being off by herself was an odd sight at a party as big as this one. Booker never missed an opportunity to schmooze and something told him this would be more difficult than normal.  “Not the social type, I see. More of small gathering type?” He questioned.

            one   eyebrow   quirked   up.   "more   of   a   party-when-appropriate   type.   my   cousin's   missing.   for   all   we   know,   in   danger."   quinn   pulled   her   sandalled   foot   out   of   the   way   as   a   small   wave   rippled   through   the   pool   towards   them.   "it   leaves   a   bad   taste   in   the   mouth   —   no?"   she   stared   at   his   eyes   as   if   daring   him   to   disagree.

parisadavani·:

closed starter for @quinneths· when: tuesday, october 25th; early in the night where: on the bleachers by the school pool

“Here, try this,” Parisa encouraged, passing a cup to Quinn as she sat down next to the blonde. “Sprite, lemonade, and grenadine. I wish these events catered more to us,” she mentioned with a pout, at least glad that Quinn was also interested in mocktails. “You look stunning, by the way. Purple is an excellent choice.” The color of royalty, a subtlety that may have gotten to Greer had she been at her own birthday party. “It’s certainly a choice to have a party on a school night, but I guess Greer would’ve had it no other way. Are you planning on taking a dip in the pool?”

               she   took   the   drink   but   hesitated   putting   it   to   her   lips,   ever   wary   of   accidental   spiking,   until   parisa   confirmed   its   ingredients.   the   pair   often   gravitated   towards   each   other   at   events   like   this.   they   both   abstained   from   alcohol   and   neither   asked   those   irritating   questions   on   the   matter   of   each   other.   the   scent   of   pomegranate   and   lemons   flirted   with   quinn’s   nose   and   she   took   a   sip.   she   thought   sprite   and   lemonade   were   essentially   the   same   but   it   tasted   pleasant   enough.   

               the   blonde   got   more   comfortable   against   the   velvet   two   seater,   not   once   questioning   the   mystery   of   how   it   ended   up   in   the   natatorium. “the   birthday   girl   isn’t   here   to   persuade   me,”   quinn   answered,   a   little   spite   in   her   tone.   “so   that   would   be   a   no.   please   don’t   tell   me   you   are…   god   knows   if   anyone’s   showered.”

kitkallberg·:

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Bonk! The impact of whatever that was knocked Kit’s head forward, the sudden movement uncomfortable on his neck. “Ow…” From the sound of the thump, he was guessing what assaulted him was one of those beach balls people were throwing around. His hand sought the place where it struck, fingers rubbing at the base of his skull. Who the heck? He turned around. A look of surprise bloomed on his features when he saw who the culprit was. Or at least strongly might have been. “Quinn, was that you?” Even under the influence of something, Kit knew to be doubtful. Quinn wasn’t exactly the type after all.

               she   blinked   incredulously   in   response   to   kit's   query   and   then,   for   dramatic   effect,   turned   to   look   behind   herself   while   laying   her   palm   over   her   sternum.   "who   —   me?"   the   blonde   continued,   "of   course   not."   being   the   ever-confident   liar   she   was,   quinn   took   the   hand   from   her   chest   and   used   it   to   point   behind   her   shoulder.   "i'm   sure   it   came   from   over   there.   are   you   injured?"

@defavorise

Sharp Objects (2018)

Curtains (1983) dir. Richard Ciupka

ironlvngs·:

     instead of denying, he shrugs at her — he’s never denied the attraction he’s had to her before. to her face, at least… in front of greer ? well, he had to keep up appearances, no ? plus, the ongoing illusion of what’s going on between greer and link ?? would be shattered, if he publicly went for her cousin. “ it’s human nature, isn’t it ? why are we constantly breaking the rules otherwise ? besides that, though, you hold your head up high. that’s attractive. ” he responds, leaning back against the wall after exhaling his smoke into the running water. “ well, you’re in this locker room alone.. in the middle of the party. planning a costume change or hiding ? can’t be anything else. ”

               she   smiled   coyly.   "i   was   waiting   for   someone   interesting   to   show   up,   and   they   did,   but   i'm   appalled   by   your   lack   of   imagination."   quinn   stubbed   her   half-smoked   cigarette   out   on   the   white   tile;   it   hissed   against   the   moisture   as   it   died.   before   she   could   think   herself   out   of   it,   quinn   nimbly   swung   herself   over   his   lap   so   that   she   was   straddled   on   top.   the   skin   of   her   thighs   met   his   jeans   and   she   hoped   she   had   picked   the   right   moment   to   make   a   move.   as   her   hands   weaved   lightly   behind   link's   neck,   she   looked   into   his   eyes   and   thought   of   all   the   late   nights   he   left   her   on   read.   all   the   contemptible   craving,   despite   her   better   judgement.   "don't   you   know   how   much   fun   a   woman   can   have   while   everyone   thinks   she's   alone?"