nineteen; video

[heretolookhot]

[Familiar white dress. Familiar annoying scroll. Familiar garden full of flowers, familiar vine creeping up on her, begging for her input.

Fine.

She's unsure whether she's proud or not, to realize that it comes as second nature to her.]You know, I thought I dreamed this place up. I really, really believed that. I guess that's just something you

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[esoteric_rose]

Too much to fit into a message on the Vine.

[Hi Santana, one redhead is rather pleased to see you here again, though she's tempering it for the time being.]

[heretolookhot]

You're still here. Lucky you.

[esoteric_rose]

I went home for a bit during it, it hasn't been nothing but this Sapphic Arcadia day in and day out.

People came, people left. Storms and monsters passed across the land, robots came into being, there was dancing, fighting, love, loss. Everything that you could envision happened.

[heretolookhot]

Damn, Adele, write a song about it, why don't you?

[Oh yeah. 1800s. People not understanding is something she's gonna have to relearn how to handle.]

Nevermind.

[esoteric_rose]

A songstress from your time?

[heretolookhot]

Aww, how'd you tell?

[esoteric_rose]

I remembered you love music about as much as I love theatre, so if you were going to make references, it was more likely going to be something relating to music.

[heretolookhot]

Aren't you a sweetheart.

[esoteric_rose]

Just for you~.

[heretolookhot]

You know what we should do? Drink.

[esoteric_rose]

...That is an excellent idea. When?

[heretolookhot]

ASAP. I'm gonna need it.

[esoteric_rose]

Reno's got a bar.

[heretolookhot]

Ugh, I've been back for half an hour and I've already had to throw her out of my grill.

[esoteric_rose]

The alternative is coming to my house, I do keep several kinds of alcohol on hand. [What, even she likes drinking.]

[heretolookhot]

Better.