Deverell: Purely for aesthetic reasons, are there any modern-day celebrities or public personalities that you would consider your muse? Who might they be?
my aesthetics are BAD, Sal, but from a purely visual standpoint: Carrie Fisher, whoever played Baldwin in Kingdom of Heaven, Nina Simone, honorable mention to Domhnall Gleeson but only when he looks trashed, Matthew McConaughey but also only when he looks trashed, JOHN BOYEGA THE OTHER HANDSOMEST MAN ALIVE, Siouxsie.
Swinburne: Do you have any guilty pleasures?
Gross poems about leprosy.
Okay but actually, no, because I don’t give a shit about what people say about what I like; I have so many other inconsequential things to care about. I gave up on that one ages ago and now I’m free to run around and enjoy my weird necrotic trash and glitter.
Boyd: if you could be the Lord or Lady of any estate, what would it look like?
ohhhhh yeah let’s fuckin do this
First, picture the most absurdly gothic castle. It’s autumn, the leaves are turning but still on the trees, on fire when the wind blows. Somewhere nearby is a river. A dog is barking in the distance, and there are huge black horses in the fields. Over a wrought iron gate is a crest, a gauntlet clutching a bloody dagger dripping onto a white hound, with the words I make final.
The grounds are field and forest, with extensive kitchen gardens and flower gardens populated with black and purple flowers. Several crabapple trees are surrounded by acrid, rotting fruit, too much to have been collected and used or sold. Daisies and lilies grow wild, and there is a separate garden for dye plants; Japanese indigo is especially heavy.
Inside the castle, the walls are hung with tapestries of Biblical scenes and the lives (and deaths) and saints and martyrs, especially Dymphna, Joan, and Ya’el. The floors are cold and bare year round. Some of the hearths are large enough to roast a dressed moose or bear.
The warm weather of Cyprus felt like heaven against Nina Magnusson’s skin. She loved the island that was located in by the Mediterranean Sea, but no matter how much she loved it it didn’t feel right. Something felt like it was missing; perhaps it was the handful of friends she had, maybe it was William or Chris, or even both. She didn’t know honestly.
Only a week into her much needed break, the blonde found herself dreading the time she spent next to the pool. It seemed almost too peaceful, with boys who were suspiciously too nice. Nothing seemed chaotic, nor did it feel right. She truly didn’t know how to explain it, something felt off. Which was why she found herself getting on a plane.
After about a four hour plane ride the blue eyed blonde found herself back in her hometown. The weather was much colder than she remembered. The icy wind chilled her freshly tanned skin as she tugged her jacket around herself more. Making her way through the airport, she finally found her car and put all her luggage inside.
Unable to fully appreciate the winter chill the blonde found herself outside her favorite little café, after all what was better than a hot cocoa on a cold winter day.
After getting her warm drink, she sat down at one of the tables to just enjoy the small things about being back home. She was in the middle of playing on her phone when she noticed a figure inter the café. Almost immediately her eyes connected with the person.