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It wasn't exactly unusual for Dizzy to walk around with her head in the clouds, but it was more so than usual.  She was writing in her head, something that she'd have to commit to paper eventually, but for now, just strings of words zipping past her consciousness and making her smile.  So she knew it was her own fault when someone ran straight into her.  She let out a little 'oof' and looked around, her eyes lighting up when she saw who had run into her.  "Letty!" she cried, a huge smile crossing her face.  It had been...Dizzy didn't want to think about how long it had been.  She didn't want to dwell, she wanted to be ecstatic, so she was, kneeling down and throwing her arms around the girl.  "You beautiful, beautiful thing, where have you been?"

With one arm wrapped around multiple text books, her head practically stuffed in her battered copy of her favourite novel she had read a million times, it still never failed to draw her in completely; the blonde was inevitably going to bump into something. But when she finally did finally collide with something and dropped everything, she realised that it was more of a someone she had bumped into. “Crap,” she muttered as she knelt quickly to gather her things, hoping the other person would just continue walking. It was no secret Letty had ran after high school, and the fact she had ended up in the college with faces that were all too familiar, was something she had done exceptionally well ignoring. She had found a way to avoid almost all human contact for a good few weeks, until now…

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Dizzy tried not to openly stare at people, since she knew it was one of those things that was considered rude.  But she couldn't help it sometimes.  Like now, watching thoughts slide past Amity's expression, unreadable but incredibly fascinating.  This was the investigatory journalism she wanted to do, to parse each minute expression and flesh out every moment,lay it bare.  Dizzy didn't know if that was romantic or creepy though and fought a flush and forced herself to look away.

"Oh god," Dizzy moaned through laughter.  "Are you saying that will be me?  I'll be a Darwin Award winner before I'm twenty."  She watched Amity wet her lips with her tongue and felt herself mocking the action unconsciously.  "Oh those," she forced herself to go on, ignoring the still growing heat on her cheeks.  "I could start collecting them.  Have a little harem of men who think their penises can change me."  She made a face, scrunching up her nose and poking her tongue out.    

That last bit though...

Dizzy looked up again, eyes a little wider.  "Girls too, do I?" she mused, amused and curious.  She reached out and grabbed Amity's wrist impulsively, pulling her down to sit beside her.  "Maybe you could point them out to me, it's been absolutely hopeless lately.  Everyone's supposed to want their college lesbian experience, and yet no lines outside my door."

Don’t do it, don’t do it– don’t imagine Dizzy scantily clad like that. Amity  had  to  fight  with  her  own  mind  to  keep  thoughts  from creeping   in,   thoughts   that’d   torture   her   psyche  –  between black and white – for hours on end. Her mind fizzed,  from  sugar to static, though she jammed her teeth  into  the  back  of  her  lip. Even  if  her  mind   had  split  betwixt   the  basis  of  warmth  and  abhorrence, there was no denying that in that moment,  her  mind was  pulsating  with  the  imagery  of  ardor.  Perhaps  it  was  the vibrancy  of  her  hair, reflecting the ocean beneath the sun’s rays, that  enthralled  her  so; though it seemed like anything could turn her blood to sweet, sticky syrup.

“I mean,  you  never  know how people… are, these days. Haven’t  people  died  by, like, running at a window to prove its durability?”  she offered a slight  chuckle  at  her own words,  but  glossed  her  tongue over her lip and  resumed  her  speech.  “I  bet  you  being scantily  clad would drive  all those  guys  crazy.  You  know  what ones I’m talking about?  The  ones  that think that you’ll be straight  again  with  enough  convincing?  Not  to mention, you’d drive lots  of… girls crazy, too, hehe.”

Fuck subtlety, am I right?

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Dizzy nodded, eyes widening. "I was afraid I might be the only one."  She wrinkled her nose.  "Sleep is best when the sun's just coming up, I always think."  She sighed a little dreamily. "I'm missing things I don't really have that much experience in."  She knocked her shoulder against Ella's. "You be my wing-woman, I'll be yours."

“Me too!” Ella exclaimed with a grin. “For some weird reason, I’m the most creative after no sleep and four cups of coffee.” She couldn’t help but hold back a giggle at Dizzy’s wink, the suggestiveness making her laugh. “Me too, I kind of miss it.”

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Dizzy laughed and put a comforting hand on Spencer's shoulder and squeezed lightly.  "You can always count on me.  If you want, I can probably find you a bitchin' patch for the other knee and sew it on for you."

“Thank you, finally someone who understands the importance of singularity.”

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Dizzy felt slightly turned around listening to Nova speak for so long without seeming to take a breath.  Dizzy thought she got on a rant, but Nova took it so much farther than she ever did.  It was impressive and Dizzy almost wanted to applaud her.  “Fine?” she said after she realized she’d been asked a question, then laughed.  “Yours seem to be much more exciting than mine.  I just read a lot, and not all of it is very good.”

❛ if i’m being honest, the amount of terms and experiments to memorize for psychology is a little ridiculous. but this is only one of the first classes i’m taking and the professor is saying this will be the base of all of the knowledge we are going to learn during the course of our college career — ❜ nova nipped her lower lip with her teeth, holding back any of the rambling that threatened to spill.   ❛ um, how are your classes? ❜

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Dizzy grinned wide, showing most of her teeth.  “I need to keep you around, most people look at me like I’m crazy, nary an affirmation.  So tragic.”  She frowned a little and wrinkled her nose a little.  “Elizabeth,” she repeated, as if it was some sort of curse word.  “Not even my mum calls me Elizabeth anymore.”  But the frown passed quickly and excitement took over.  “Can I see? I love seeing what all you artistic people do, I’m so envious.”

❝ oh, but of course. how could anyone dispute such clear logic—or even consider going against the clear rulings of elizabeth whitford, for that matter? ❞ a deep chuckle escaped the young mans lips, as he further contemplated her words. ❝ i suppose that does take me out of the runnings then; i’ve almost completed my semester piece. ❞

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Dizzy wasn't used to feeling awkward with anyone.  She just wasn't.  She clicked with most people, and even the ones she didn't immediately click with she found some kind of common ground.  But Amity had always thrown her off.  At first Dizzy thought it was just the overwhelming attraction- how Amity could look at turns so young and innocent and then so deep and ages old in her beautiful dark eyes.  But Dizzy had been attracted to girls before, some quite a bit and it had never stopped up her tongue as much.  She found herself wanting to blurt out 'tell me all your secrets and I'll tell you mine', wanting to dig in deep and see what she could find, peel the layers back until there was nothing left but that  so bright core that Dizzy was sure was there.  Blue, she thought.  The color of her hair almost, but a little more green, sea foam maybe.  

She was doing that thing where she was thinking too much and not talking and Dizzy shook herself out of it.  "Thank you, you're my hero," she said with a soft laugh, pulling  the lights a little more and feeling the tangles give a little under her fingers.  "I would be the first girl to die by holiday cheer, I think," she joked back, shaking her head.  "Like some B movie horror, young co-ed strangled by Christmas lights.  I just need to be scantily clad and I'd be a lovely cliche."

“Clearly. But, hey, why not? I’ve been avoiding decorating my dorm  for the whole… mess reason, but I’d love to help out,” she said, the  apples of her cheeks raised  in  the  formation  of  a grin. Though a voice in the back of her skull was nagging to be a hell of a  lot more  forward   than  Amity  had   ever  anticipated,  she  still   bit   her  lip,  smiled  anxiously,  tucked  a  strand  of  dark  hair behind  her  hair.  She   was–  nervous.   As   if   on  cue,  Amity  opened   her   mouth,    wanting to force out  darkened  whispers of  thoughts  murdered by  fear,  though  she  closed it  quickly,pouting out awkwardly. “I think  that  if  I leave you alone any longer, you’ll end up  hospitalized, or  something.”

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I’m so broken. But, i’m smiling, because i want to see her smile

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Dizzy liked to think she was smooth, but she really didn't have a smooth bone in her body.  The second the person behind her materialized into Amity, her elbows slipped and she went down on her back with a big 'oof' of breath.  She felt a blush climbing her cheeks and hoped it could all be played off as exertion.  Dizzy felt the strands she was tangled in being tugged on and she forced herself up a little, giving Amity a bright smile.  "I'm not really sure exactly," she said, wrinkling her nose.  "I thought I was getting somewhere, but I was very, very wrong."  There was something else dancing on her tongue, other words she wanted to say, but Dizzy held them back and focused on the light sound of Amity's giggling and the brightness of her smile.  "You don't mind lending a hand?"

“Oh my gosh!” Amity’s voice is soft,  gentle compared to  the unimpeachable  giggling buzzing from her lips. A hand is brought to  hide  the soft roseate of  her lips, though her eyes still widen in surprise. Her other hand finds its way  to the start  of the  Christmas lights, beginning  to unravel  the intricate mess.  Even  with  the  looming cathedral of  her mind dancing throughout wonders  of how she managed to  get in  that much of a plight in the joys of Christmas,  Amity says nothing,  only trying  her  best  to  help the  girl opposing her  out  from her hell cage. “How’d you even manage that?”

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"Oh," Dizzy said, a bit miserably from her position on the floor.  She'd finally gotten the residence staff to allow her to Christmas up the place a bit, but the box of decorations left something to be desired.  She was currently so wrapped up in a terribly old string of Christmas lights and had only succeeded in untangling a few sad feet.  She heard feet scuffle the floor behind her and tilted her head back, resting back on her elbows.  It was so much harder to recognize people upside down.  "Hey.  Wanna help a damsel in distress?"

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“I MEAN, I HAD ALWAYS ASSUMED, BUT–” A shrug follows the statement, a small, flicker of a grin appearing as soon as the words leave his lips. “Didn’t wanna play into the whole ‘lesbian stereotype’ thing, you know.” His tone is sarcastic, a teasing lilt edging alongside the words as he speaks. “Ah, yes. The school board needs to amp up their teachings when it comes to lesbian witchcraft. Why it isn’t a mandatory teaching subject as is, is beyond me.” A snort sounds at that, causing the liquid in his cup to ruffle slightly as he leans forward to take a sip. “Of course, of course. Being wrong simply for the sake of keeping people on their toes. Makes sense.”

Dizzy laughed warmly and clapped her hands together.  "I try to ascribe to every lesbian stereotype, just on the hopes that every one will look at me and say, 'there she goes, that girl is  lesbian to her very core.'"  She propped her chin up on her hands and sighed lightly.  "And then blokes would stop trying to pull me and we could all just be very good friends.  Hasn't happened yet, but one can hope."

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"You didn't know that all lesbians are also witches?" Dizzy said with a completely straight face, tisking and shaking her head a little. "They really have fallen down in the education system.  It's such a pity."  She grinned then and ran her fingers through her hair, which, now that she thought about it, she wasn't sure she had brushed before going out.  School was ramping up how absent minded she could be for sure.  "I do pretend to be wrong on occasion to keep people on their toes."

AND THAT’S JUST SUPREMELY unfair, innit? Wesley’s own toes were constantly suspended in an awful uncomfortable state of cold – even now, with them tucked away in a pair of thick socks and boots. “That sounds like some witchcraft shit, Diz,” he says through a short chuckle, breath huffing out over the top of his coffee as he does so. “I think always might be a bit of a stretch, to be honest, but sure.”

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"That's horrifying," Dizzy said with a soft laugh.  "Everyone knows only one ripped knee is cool."

“I had a dream that the other knee in my jeans ripped too, I was devastated.”

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Dizzy managed a small chuckle and shrugged her shoulders.  "Well, everyone with any sense knows I'm always right and will have to believe me."  She ran her fingers through her hair. "I think you have to be completely nonproductive to be properly labeled a burnout."

a hint of affection danced across kai’s face as he nodded at the girl. ❝ three cheers to that, ❞ he smirked, before adding, as though it had been an after thought, ❝ however some might disagree with that. ❞ he took the lighter with a second nod (notably filled with appreciation), and lit up.