[ and so they meet, ivy almost cordial in her presentation of a purple and blue bouquet of flowers from the many plants that found their way into her apartment after that strange magic took over. it's a nice arrangement – ivy has a pretty good eye when it comes to such things, even if she knows that the flowers won't matter in the end.
in fact, they're sitting a chair away from the two of them, settled in the back of a movie theatre. she's nearly forgotten what they meant to see.
actually she has entirely forgotten what the meant to see. she's kind of busy being wrapped up in octavia. it's nice that this is actually familiar to her, familiar lips and skin and touch. it's far too warm now, and she's already regretting the sweater she pulled on before leaving. they've lifted the armrest between them to settle in close and she's pretty sure they have enough privacy in the dark. it's perfect. ivy can't help but giggle against octavia's lips. ]
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in fact, they're sitting a chair away from the two of them, settled in the back of a movie theatre. she's nearly forgotten what they meant to see.
actually she has entirely forgotten what the meant to see. she's kind of busy being wrapped up in octavia. it's nice that this is actually familiar to her, familiar lips and skin and touch. it's far too warm now, and she's already regretting the sweater she pulled on before leaving. they've lifted the armrest between them to settle in close and she's pretty sure they have enough privacy in the dark. it's perfect. ivy can't help but giggle against octavia's lips. ]
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