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durandoflorence:

“I got you..” Florence’s grip around Stevie tightened a little, trying to leverage her weight for easier movement. While the flight of stairs wasn’t cumbersome, it was cold and quite drafty. “I’m Florence. And I am not a nurse, unfortunately. Just a few more steps.” They soon arrived at the top of the stairs, to her front door. 

Stevie grunted as she continued up the flight of stairs, finally feeling relieved once they got to her front door. “It’s okay, I can usually handle myself, thanks though” she muttered.

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durandoflorence:

“I’d like to see you get anywhere in this snow. And I don’t know if you need a taxi but that’s really out of luck too. Seriously, the best option for you—and me, at the moment is just come over to my apartment.” Rubbing her hands together to gather some warmth, Florence tried again. “You won’t regret this, I promise. I’ll even provide the bourbon.”

Stevie groaned and nodded. “Okay, only because of the bourbon” she said in between groans, holding the side of her body as she tried to clamber up the stairs. “I’m Stevie, by the way” she finally said.

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durandoflorence:

Florence was running through the snow. The stupid buses had been running late, and there was no use in calling a cab to take her home. Talking her chances with her foot transportation, she was cold. Like the blue lips, freezing hands kind of cold. Walking down the familiar road to her building, the voice and figure looked so familiar yet so distorted. “…I know you!” Walking faster, she recognised her as the woman that she bumped into the other day. Rather than wasting words, Florence bent down to take her in her arms. “My apartment’s on the first floor. Can you make it up the stairs?”

Stevie looked up and saw the girl she was chatting to the other night. She groaned softly to herself, not really wanting to spend the night with her. “I don’t need to stay at yours, I’m fine, honestly” she reassured her, standing up with a loud groan.

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Stevie groaned in pain as she half collapsed, and half sat down on some random stairs. It was snowing and she had just gotten beaten up for an issue she had to handle herself. She looked down the path, squinting slightly as she saw a figure walking towards her. “Hey! Can I have some help please!” she yelled out.

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londonboysquad:

“Stevie like, Stevie Wonder?” He grinned. For a moment, he debated denying it, but really, how could he? “Yeah, you got me there. But, hey, weed’s not as bad as what they put in those things. Ain’t nobody ever got cancer from smoking a blunt.”

“Or Stevie Nicks” The female pointed out. “I know, but hey, bad habits die hard right?” Stevie pointed out.

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durandoflorence:

“Never? Not with anyone ever? That’s just not emotionally or physically possible. Babies need some sort of attachment till they grow up to understand tangible differences. OR that’s what my biology classes in school taught me.”

“I was orphaned and raised by my uncle” she replied shortly, not really wanting to go into depth.

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londonboysquad:

“If you’re makin’ conversation, you’re meant to give your name back.” He blew another bubble, shaking his head. “Smoking’s not good for you, you know.”

“It’s Stevie” she replied, exhaling again. Stevie raised a brow, “You’re the one who’s high.”

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durandoflorence:

“I’m naturally really curious. I think I get that from my papa. I don’t know him, by the way. Mama says he’s a cop and that she never wanted to hear from him anymore.” Florence sighed, shrugging aimlessly. Maybe it was the lonely night, or maybe she was just thinking of the same old, same old. “You know, that’s also what they say about emotional bruises. Rather funny, don’t you think?”

Stevie raised a brow, flinching slightly at the word cop. “Fair enough” she said, wondering why she was telling her all of this. “I suppose, I don’t have time for emotional bruises. I don’t get deeper than acquaintances with anyone, there’s no point really.”

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londonboysquad:

“Right.” Fitzy nodded, as if it was obvious, what she said. “Er, Fitzy, why?” Blinking again, Fitzy managed to look surprised for all of five seconds. He eyed her cigarette, but said nothing.

“Making conversation” she replied, taking another drag. “Do you want one?” she asked, gesturing to her cigarette.

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durandoflorence:

“I find myself most productive in the later hours of the night. And besides, it’s quieter. Much nicer. Might I ask you the same?” The girl dropped her gaze for a moment before bringing it up to talk to her. “…You should get them looked at. Or get those gels for bruises.”

Stevie raised a brow, “What’s with the questioning” she said, not really wanting to tell the girl who she barely knew that she was a gang leader. “No, I can handle myself. They’ll heal, eventually” she said with a shrug. 

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durandoflorence:

“I was just asking about the ice. It’s not like you were going to say something like it came from some weird water.” Florence had progressed from discreet observations to straight up staring. She wasn’t sure how to react to the marks across her neck. And at this rate, did she really have anything to lose? “What are those?”

Stevie just rolled her eyes, already noticing the staring. “Bruises, I thought you would of noticed from your staring” she huffed. “What are you doing out this late anyways?”

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durandoflorence:

“I didn’t particularly ask for ice. Do I want to know why you even have ice in your bag?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to, love” she replied, raising a brow. She held the cigarette in her lips as she tied her hair up, displaying even more how beaten up she was.  >

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durandoflorence:

“My forgiveness means nothing if you feel regret for your actions. You don’t owe me that apology, but the gesture was nice. I’ll accept that apology because the throbbing in my shoulder feels better now.” Florence looked at the woman again, discreetly observing her.

The girl raised a brow, pulling out some ice from her bag, “Here, might make you feel a little better” she sighed, handing it over before pulling out a cigarette.

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durandoflorence:

“Ça marche! C’est bon—” The woman bumping into her caused Florence to stumble and almost drop her own phone. She was talking to a dear friend about spending next summer in Switzerland, and turning to face the lady, Florence looked at her critically. “It’s okay, I suppose.”

Stevie raised a brow, looking down at the timid looking female. “I suppose? Make up your mind geesh” she said, looking down at her phone yet again. 

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londonboysquad:

“Why would I be? ‘Head on a platter’ isn’t even the most creative threat I’ve ever heard.” He was sort of syrupy, now, moving as though he were in slow motion. Being stoned always made Fitzy sleepy. Snapping his gum, he tipped his head to the side. “Why didn’t you say like, ‘I’ll cut your dick off ‘nd shove it so far down your throat you find out what it feels like to fuck your own ass’?” 

The girl gigged, raising a brow. She noticed almost instantly that he was stoned. Stevie shrugged, “Because i’m being nice today” she hummed, pulling out a packet of cigarettes and lighting one. “I might keep that in mind for when he doesn’t show up though. So what’s your name?” Stevie asked. 

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joeyxdupont:

“It’s fine?” Joey said reluctantly, adjusting the strap to her purse so it was back on her shoulder. 

“Calm down princess, I’m not gonna mug you”