touching prompt 42 for gabe and isa please !!
"It's fine, this is fine, everything's fine," Isa repeated under her breath as she paced around her room. She had already changed into the right dress, packed the present and left the guitardeon by the door so she wouldn't forget it. There were still two hours to the party, so substracting the time needed to drive to Amara's house and the braiding itself, it still left Elena over an hour to get there.
A sudden knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts.
"Come in!" she called out and sighed in relief at the same time. "Finally, I was afraid you wouldn't- oh it's you Gabe." Her shoulders immediately dropped when she noticed him walking in.
"Uh, yeah I wanted to tell you I just got a message from Elena, she said the meeting is dragging on and she probably won't be able to come back as soon as she had hoped. Is... everything alright?" He asked as Isa flopped into a chair and loudly dropped her head on her dressing table.
"Everything's just splendind," her voice was muffled by the wood. She heaved a deep sigh and finally leaned back on the chair. "I just really hoped Elena would help me with my hair."
"Oh," Gabe scratched the back of his head. "Should I call the royal hairdresser?"
"No, no, I don't want it to be that fancy." Isa quickly shook her head. "It's not such a big deal anyway."
"Than maybe I could go get your abuela?"
Isa shook her head again.
"No, she went out with abuelo today, so you wouldn't find her anyway." She sighed again. "I suppose I'll just go" she flung her arms out and let them flop back into her lap "like this."
"Well... maybe I could be of some help?" Gabe finally offered, hesitantly.
Isabel slowly raised her head only to send him an incredulous look.
"you could be of some help... with my hair," she asked him carefully, like you'd ask someone who just said that iron is lighter than copper. "You do realize I'm talking about briding my hair for a party."
"Yeah," Gabe chuckled nervously. He was starting to regret his offer.
"Do you even know how to braid hair? Or... Do a crown braid, for example?" She still sounded unsure, but he could hear a tiny bit of hope sneaking into her voice.
He exhaled quickly and called on his best smile.
"There's only one way to find out, isn't there?"
Slowly, almost against herself, Isa returned his smile and excitement sparkled in her eyes.
"Now do you have like, a drawing of this hairstyle or something?" Gabe clapped his hands walking over to the dressing table. "I might be a bit out of practice, but growing up with my cousins we often..."
A few hours later
"Wait, are you talking about a real hen? A real, living hen? And it just stayed there?"
"Yup," Gabe's voice was muffled by the hairpins he held in his mouth. "Of course we thought about going back and - hold this for a moment now" he interrupted quickly handing her another strand of hair. "We thought about going back and looking for the owner to give it back, but honestly, we had no idea where it even actually came from. Add to that all the trouble with mooring the raft, then walking probably a whole day upstream - and anyway we wouldn't leave it for so long, we were extremely paranoic someone would steal it, though realistically speaking I don't think anyone would even want to steal it," they both chuckled "but the thing is, we had no idea where it could even come from. I mean almost everyone there keeps chickens, so if we'd go and..."
"I'M SO SORRY I TRIED TO LEAVE AS SOON AS" the door slammed into the wall, pushed with the power of a hundred typhoons, revealing Elena, with a frantic look in her eyes. "Possible..." her voice trailed off as she took in the scene before her.
Isa was seated on the floor, her dress carefully evened out so it wouldn't crinkle, and she held her head tilted a little forward so Gabe - Gabe - (Elena rubbed her eyes here to make sure she wasn't hallucinating) was sitting on the bed above her and braiding her head.
"Hi, Elena." He waved to her quickly with his free hand.
"Don't worry," said Isa. "Gabe told me you'll be late, but luckily he could help me with my hair do."
"I mean, I don't know how to a crown braid, but Isa said two braids connecting into a low bun will be good enough, so." He fell silent for a moment, pinned down a few last strands of Isa's hair and finally leaned down. "Alright, I'm finished! Let's see how it looks like from the front though."
Isa let out an enthusiastic "woohoo!" and they both walked up to the big mirror by the wardrobe.
Elena finally recoverd from her shock and also waled by to them, looking over her sister's hair.
"Are saying you did all this? I mean you can actually... do hair nicely? Honestly I wouldn't suspect you actually knew your way around elegance..." she mused, looking between Gabe and Isa.
"No, I'm pretty sure Gabe actually got under some spell of Mateo's, but I'm not complaining for now," she said, beaming at her reflection.
"Why do my talents always go unrecognized," he shook his head and chuckled.
Okay this is much longer than the other ones, but IT WAS A TRAP YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE GABE AND ISA.
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WAIT UNCLE NINAAAAA@@!!!! SO WHEN RAVENSTAN TOLD JERSEY HE CALLED HIS NAME IN HIS SLEEP DOES THAT MEANNN
hi, nonnie! is this the quote ur referring to — from rm3?
Yet unperturbed by his ‘away’ with words, the lead singer smirked, cracked his knuckles, blew and buffed the silver of his pinky ring, then tucked his hands behind his head, totally at peace.
“ — Well, twenty-eight, I guess.
You did spend two of them calling my n a m e in your sleep.”
because if soooooo.....
;)
i think it means Exactly what u think that means, darling.
*insert comically incorrect australian vc here*
— and good Eye mate!
because dearest new jersey Did discern that, in the video, he'd appeared to utter an inaudible, but clearly Concise, one syllable word which, should it be a name, and HIS name in particular, like ravenstan had so boldly implied while teasing kyle in chapter three ( which he is Suuuuch a little shit for that smh ) raven is two — so that's out, ravenstan is three ( which only we use anyways ) so that's out too...
but...i can certainly think of a one word syllable that Might be a name.
kyle's Favorite name in fact — however forbidden. a shameless & Not Famous Nickname that a worn, torn, love lorn n traumatized college student who misses his dead sbf might sweetly and subconsciously murmur against the delectably dizzying and distinctly cinnamon chai n clove scented skin thats strewn across the golden, glowing, heavenly, hellacious, edgy hot boy hip tattooed, sun-(s)tanned, nearly kissed, dearly missed and k.o kyle-worshipped sexc rockstar abdomen of 'Stranger' whose true name he name seems to know...
...Even In His Sleep.
but my writer girl riddling and waxed poetics aside, my Favorite Part about being able to give you this side b snippet is that because of we'd only seen boyfailure stan as a flirty, hot shot raven, it literally sounds like he's fucking with kyle like the whole time but...uh...
my man be lying a lot...about a lot of things...like his...Identity...to the whole world and his whole world ( kyle ) but...put some Respect on my man ravenstan's fake name for a minute!!!! because we caught jersey kyle Simping in candid camera — and rae was spitting Facts.
my son did NOT stutter!!!
well...
If A Super Cool Rockstar Stutters And Sputters When You Allegedly Call His Name ( Or Rather The Name Of Ur Dead S[BF] ) For Like Two Minutes Straight In Your Sleep On His Lap And No Nosy College Students / Long Lost Loves Are Awake Enough To See It...
...Did It Even Happen At All?
hm.
maybe not...
but thank god for technology, right? ;)
-uncle nina, being a menace for drama
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