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.]

[esoteric_rose]

Then come to Beaumont, and I'll be in the living room. Do you prefer wine or spirits?

[heretolookhot]

It's a hard liquor kind of day.

[esoteric_rose]

Noted.

[And she'll be in the living room as promised, a bottle of gin and two glasses on the table as she lies on the couch, trying to summarize the past months into some linear format for Santana.]

action;

[heretolookhot]

[She'd only been there a couple times before, and that was quite a while ago. So it takes her a little while, but she makes it. Santana doesn't bother knocking.]

Grell?

[esoteric_rose]

[Though she's tempted to just call from her perch on the couch, courtesy wins out, and she gets up to greet her guest properly.]

Glad to see you made it.

[heretolookhot]

Come on, we're in the ladygarden. Not like I have obligations elsewhere.

[And then a smile.]

But it's nice to see you.