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Call me crazy, but I LOVE the Tea Timers!! I love their dynamics and color schemes and AAAAAA-
I'm actually kinda angry that I drew Eliza so well, because she's my least favorite of the three. I actually have my own Tea Timer OC! Here's an extra drawing as a treat!
No, this does not count for the creeksona day, this is just an extra. (She's not my sona anyway. Just an OC :)) But yeah, this is Rossalie, my Tea Timer OC!!
When Our Hearts Beat (Slow) Together by Sparklepool101 on Ao3
Summary:
Creek Week Day three - Past/Future
Title from Bird Song by Juniper Vale
Secret Keeper, as he was known as a child, and George have been friends for ages, nearing ten years at this point, and their friendship started with a confession.
So how have they never gotten together?
Sneak Peek:
Slipping into the lecture hall only fifteen minutes late, Ben made his way to the seat he had staked out as being his the first day of classes. Now, normally being fifteen minutes late to class would be horrible, and Ben would probably be stuck trying to find someone who actually took decent notes to catch up, but not in this class. The professor was notorious for starting class at least a half hour late every day. Over half the class hadn’t even bothered to show up yet. One of the people who had shown up, was an old friend of Ben’s who just happened to be his seat mate: Angel José. They had played together in the Creek all those years ago, and had luckily ended up in a lot of the same classes over the years.
Ben gave Angel José a friendly wave as he sat next to them and pulled out his laptop. He’s barely logged in before the chair to his right is moved and it’s usual occupant sits down. George Wilfred Koenigsfeld.
...
Try as he might, Ben couldn’t pry his eyes away from George. His hair had grown out, slicked back with gel and falling onto his shoulders. (Though there was a little bit of hair, right next to the arch of his widows peak, that was out of place. Ben fought the urge to smooth it out for him.) It was no longer dyed bright blue, instead it was closer to a shade of navy. George’s scraggly attempt at a beard(? Or goatee?) should by all accounts look messy and unflattering, but Ben couldn’t help but find it charming.