☆ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ☆

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𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍—?
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mic check, one-two.
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🤘🏻
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a deep breath, and the diva recollects herself, a thumb subtly killing off any tears that might give her away.

she leaned back and snickered.

"random providence it is, will."

the smile on her face was untamable. already, she was thinking of names for the place.

"how'd you even get this...?"

scratch stares across at will.

for a moment, there's a subtle crystalline glint over her golden irises.

her gaze follows his hand, in silence.

finally, the diva takes it, there's a tremble in her grip. then she pulls him into a tight, grateful hug.

only partly so he can't see her cry.

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its a fact.

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well i guess its not a fun fact but.

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fun fact: with her lack of any formal education, paired with an undiagnosed case of dyslexia, scratch can hardly read at all.

it's a focal point of a lot of insecurity for the diva, and something she hides from even her closest friends.

she's squinting at the paper, unsure what it could be, half expecting some kind of joke.

the few familiar words she does recognize are enough for her to make it out; the address, the word 'ownership.' a stamp.

her eyes lift from the dry ink.

"will—" her voice stalled into a squeak.

"is this...?"

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there's this stray cat that roams around zaun every now and then.

diva's crazy about her. 🖤
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can’t sleep again, so she’s sitting on the bridge hanging above the lanes, a barely functioning walkman sputtering her favorite album to her.
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streeeeetch. crack, crack. pop, crackcrackcrack.
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squinting at her phone.
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waking up way too late, face buried in a mountain of pillows. a long pained groan muffling out from within.
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can always count on you. 😊
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SCREAMS.
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‘never’ never lasts.
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scratch followed his gaze as it dropped.

“you still play as much?” her chin nudged towards his arm as considerate as she could manage.

“you’re always welcome at the studio, billy. piano’s only 72 keys, but…”

she shrugged.

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she kissed her teeth and shrugged.

“been smoother. you know how it is.”
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( a quick power chord erupts from her guitar. she shoots him a smile. )

billy it is.
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( eyes lifting from her notebook, darting left, then right.

a nonverbal, subtle nudge of her head serving as confirmation. )

taylor swift and jasmine tea…
topside princess’ll be the death of me.
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you know it, willy. 🤘🏻
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think the underground would disown me forever if i drank ‘jasmine tea,’ doll. 💧

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like 4 sugars and 4 creams. she hates coffee.
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coffee instead of 'contraband' tonight.
she's got songs to write.
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"some." 🙄
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yeesh.
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(c:) @suqling on the other app

i know this is SUPPOSED to be orianna but she kinda resembles scratch 🥺