I brake for birds. I rock a lot of polka dots. I have touched glitter in the last 24 hours. I spend my entire day talking to children. And I find it fundamentally strange that you’re not a dessert person. That’s just weird, and it freaks me out. And I’m sorry I don’t talk like Murphy Brown. And I hate your pantsuit. I wish it had ribbons on it or something to make it just slightly cuter. And that doesn’t mean I’m not smart and tough and strong.
I just remember her pushing me back on the bed. She puckered her lips and I did my best drunken impersonation of a girl who wasn’t tempted. I changed the subject to anything. The windows, the windowsill. (I’m so full of shit) But it was easy to pretend I didn’t want her. I always had.
This is where it gets foggy. I think I gave in and kissed her after five minutes of, “Kiss me, Chika.” Then she lifted her body on top of mine and kissed me. I didn’t move. I didn’t kiss back. I was stiff and chuckling. After the third or fourth time, my will power was non-existent. I kissed her again and said, “Are you done?”
After that, it was over with.
We were making out.
Her lips were soft. And she was aggressive. I felt my hands wandering as hers were, too.
“So, you want me to taste you?”
“Why the fuck are you on top then?”
Son, hearing her moan is the most beautiful sound.
Gwen is a romantic sap, she will never pass up the opportunity to tell a woman she is beautiful or to make small romantic gestures.
If you touch her cheek or her hip bone she’s going to melt. Totally putty in your hands.
Bakes in fancy clothing, she’s not going to wear something scrubby when she’s baking because she’s always baking and loves fancy things, she just throws an apron over it. (Gosh I need art of her baking in a ball gown)
Her familiar Basil lives in a giant terrarium decorated with jewelry Gwen doesn’t wear anymore, but he loves to get out and explore so watch your step when you’re in her home/room.
It takes a lot to get her truly mad, but when she’s mad you better run because she will deliver a 15 page dissertation on why she’s mad at you and you’re going to feel horrible for making her mad. Give her 20 minutes and she will come back apologizing for being so mad however and you better be apologizing too.
Loves to read, mostly cookbooks and books on herbs but if she’s alone she loves to read ultra sappy romance novels.
She’s not amazing at doing her hair, preferring to keep things simple but if you offer to braid her hair for her she will love you forever.
The corners of her lips curl up when she talks, like she subconsciously can’t stop smiling even when she’s talking.
Fought hard to get where she is and believes she has every right to be as happy as she is and gets very upset if people put her down for being so positive.
Flirts and snuggles with all of her friends who are comfortable with it.
If she is having a bad day (ptsd and anxiety wise) she won’t really say but she will actively seek out friends to be around who make her feel comfortable.
Still has really bad days now and again when she can’t get out of bed without flinching at every noise, on days like this she just stays in bed and talks to Basil, who will perch on her shoulder and feel at her face with his eye stalks, then at night she will go sleep on the roof under the stars.
Will show up at your door with soup, fresh juice, and a book she thinks you will like if she hears you are sick.