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Ivy was the type of girl that stepped up, made sure everything was perfect. So much; she exhausted herself often, she had the effort. She always pulled through, her mother expected no less than perfection. She could not let her down.
She was always running around doing things for victoria. Going through extreme measures no less to get that approval from her mother that she so craved. She barely ever got it. And when she did? She always thought "was that worth it?".
Tilly; on the other hand, lived with the exception of doing whatever she wanted, ever the energetic one; you'd often see her parkouring on things. Always getting into mischief. She seems to remember things about others even if they'd only said it once.
She was more "do what you want' think about it later", it was silly really. She didn't fully understand social cues either. You'd have to be blunt, honest, before it clicked with her, which made it rather difficult for ivy... Who; despite easily being able to tell anyone else to shut their mouth, she struggled when it was Tilly. She couldn't ever find it in her to tell her to be quiet, to stop yapping her ear off. Anytime she even thought of letting Tilly know she annoys her; her eyes always softened; and she all of a sudden.. Couldn't.
So that was where ivy found herself, leaning back in her chair, Tilly perched up on her desk; talking her ear off, neither were paying attention to the time either.
The lamp she had set on her desk cast a soft glow on both of them, her body casting a slight shadow from where she was perched, it's warm tone almost made ivy feel homesick; though she didn't quite seem to know herself what home actually was anymore.
But it soon came to her when she came out her little bubble. Tilly. Perhaps Tilly was her home. Not a place, but a person.
Tilly grinned swinging her legs slightly as they hung off the desk she'd perched herself on, "Yeah!! So— He was calling me insane—" she went on; "and I told him— I didn't really like that term!" Her words almost blurred together from how fast she was talking,
"Honestly.. I think that it sounded a little insensitive.." she accidentally kicked ivy's chair before giggling "whoops.. sorry!" — "anyways, it's really not nice to call someone that, I was like; crazy is a better fit" she continues. "Because so what if I'm crazy?" She leaned slightly forward "all the best people are." Flashing a cheeky grin.
Ivy barely noticed her chair being kicked.. her brain was busy elsewhere; Spinning at the whirlwind that is Tilly; talking. She was trying to follow her words, really. But the girl needed to slow down.
Ivy could of sworn she also felt a headache coming on. But she never told her to stop talking, instead she just gave her a wry smile and lifted a hand to her forehead pressing lightly against her temples, "You're a special one, tilly." She murmurs fondly.
She reached for her hand.. which caused Tilly to quiet for a moment; those blue eyes landing on her in the dim light, before squeezing it gently when she felt ivy's hand envelope hers. Ivy's eyes going soft was all she needed to know she could continue;
She kept talking. She didn't actually seem to realise she'd yapped Ivy into a headache. Ivy almost thought her obliviousness was somewhat adorable, if not for the pounding feeling in her skull. She usually didn't mind when Tilly came to 'keep her company' and ended up almost always going on and on; until midnight,
Regardless, ivy still listened to every word that came out Tilly's mouth. Because that's what you do when you love someone.
That's just how it was, and she wouldn't have it any other way.