❛ little bird. (Posts tagged cordoliium)

❀ | wake me up inside.

A teacher all the way to the bone… Cordelia’s natural insecurities could be so damn adorable, even when they meant the junkie couldn’t get what she wanted. Needing to get those girls out of the witch’s mind, Sally moved herself from next to Delia and simply straddled the woman’s hips, eyes shining with deep amusement. Just like everyone always said, all it took to turn someone into a hopeless softy was some love and the proper amount of care; both were things the smaller blonde so desperately needed.

“Listen to me, carefully because I ain’t saying it twice.” As hard as Sally tried to make herself look like a serious person, the smirk pulling at her lips would never not give her away. “Those girls of yours are probably having so much fun without you around… I’m so sure I could bet my left tit and wouldn’t lose it.” With that, the junkie leaned in to give those full lips a small kiss. “But I wouldn’t get you high and make you go to class, you know me so little, lady.”

She was probably right— the girls definitely had fun, knowing that their headmistress wasn’t around. But this fact only worried her even more because it meant that Spalding and Delphine had to deal with them on their own if something went wrong ( as Fiona certainly had better things to do ). And Hank, what if he suspected something? They were still married; officially, at least.

When the junkie moved on top of her, Cordelia gently rested her hands on her hips, still chewing on her bottom lip. It was too late now anyway, she couldn’t leave, not anymore. She kept all her thoughts and worries to herself, and nodded instead. “I trust you,” was this a mistake?, “Just don’t… get me too high. That’s still dangerous.”

❀ | wake me up inside.

Almost as if she was some kind of needy cat, Sally rubbed her own head against Delia’s hand and sighed tiredly, eyes now shut again. Though her words made the junkie smile, as always, never in her wildest dreams she’d even think about making fun of her. Sally enjoyed literature, alright, poems had always been her favorite but nothing could ever beat the sweet feeling of stabbing herself with one of those needles and shooting poison into her own system. All that combined with snuggling her sexy blonde was the proper definition of a good night. Reading was for the weak. 

“Fucking boring, yes… But still nice, books ain’t a turn off for me.” Taking advantage of her lips no longer shining a bright shade of messy red, Sally pressed them against Cordelia’s forehead and planted a deep kiss there. “I still need to teach you some stuff, like how to have fun and be like all normal people on a Friday night. Wouldn’t you like that, mh?” Though she already knew the answer, the blonde pulled away just enough to look into those hazel eyes and give her cute little lover a teasing smirk, bottom lip caught between her teeth. “No one has to know.”

Maybe she was a bad influence indeed. After all, Sally was addicted to drugs and all other kinds of bad things. But she was also so sweet, so gentle when she wanted to be. She showed Cordelia things she had never seen before, and after all, she made her feel so young again. Maybe having some fun on a Friday night wasn’t as bad as she imagined - it could be pretty harmless too, right?

Biting her bottom lip softly, she looked up at the junkie. She trusted her. And if Sally was there too, it couldn’t be all that bad. “I would like that,” she replied, bringing one of her dainty hands to the ghost’s cheek to caress her skin, “But keep in mind that I am teacher. I’m responsible for those girls, Sally.”

❀ | wake me up inside. 

Continued from here with @ofthesight

“No, it’s just fine… Thanks for waking me up, Delia.” This time, Sally’s words weren’t loaded with sarcasm and topped off with a hint of anger; no… Every time the junkie closed her eyes, even if it was just for five minutes to give her tired eyes some well-deserved rest, nightmares would kick in and terrify the shit out of her for the thousandth time. Living at the Cortez had its many downsides but tonight, just as if she was some kind of goddamn damsel in distress, Sally had been rescued by the teacher’s tossing limbs.

Having this fancy blonde all snuggled up to her brought a tired smile to the blonde’s pink lips and she returned the favor by nuzzling the side of Cordelia’s face with her own, fingers successfully finding the other’s navel so she could trace invisible circles around it. “You go back to sleep, mh? Something tells me you’re not the ‘let’s stay up and party all night long’ kinda gal.”

     She understood. From what she knew, sleep had never been Sally’s friend. The headmistress could only imagine how terrible it must’ve been, waking up every single night, shaking, screaming, crying — scared of invisible things. But she was glad that she could at least help the junkie a little bit.

     When Sally’s hand touched her skin beneath the blanket, Cordelia tried to slide even closer to her. Giving her a sleepy smile, she reached out to gently caress those wild curls, wanting to give back the same affection she was receiving now. “I do like staying up late, but I’d rather read than drink, that’s right,” she whispered, pulling the blanket up to her nose, “I told you that I’m boring.”