*after a night out with their friends, Dorothy and Dodger hurried down to his place and quickly fell into his bed. it was small and the sex was always urgent; still, Dorothy loved it all the same, though what she loved even more were those moments in his arms, revealing more than she ever had to anyone else - except for one. but that hardly ( Read more... )

*reading in her room. it's raining out so she's nice and dry inside, in her pajamas, as usual. finals are difficult, but she's got it all under control*

*sitting in her dorm room, in rolled up sweatpants, a tanktop, and her hair braided into pigtails; she's obviously not expecting any visitors, confining herself to a long night of homework*

*drinking tea from her thermos in the park, cold, but content to people watch, sun still in the sky*