6 Works by Croftle
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“What?”
After a few jumbled syllables which were probably Chloe’s first attempt at actually speaking English and forming a coherent sentence, she said, or more so exclaimed, “Since when the hell do you have the voice of a goddamn angel?!” She kept staring at her, and Nadine tried her best to conceal the growing amused smirk on her face. Her attempts were poor. Very much so.
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Debbie wakes up with a dreadful headache to find out that a complete stranger is in her bed. After kicking her out, things between them soon change when Debbie figures out what happened to this tall, blonde, suit-wearing stranger and why she was there in the first place.
(Set in an AU where Debbie’s an artist... not a con artist.)
Don't let the tag order fool you.
The angst is real. -
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“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Chloe said in that raspy voice of hers. She was obviously addressing the beautiful and muscular woman in front of her, Nadine Ross, but she didn’t hear her… or she just flat out ignored her. Instead, she slowly scratched her fingers against the scar against her collar bone which peaked out from beneath her formal suit. Taking their current surroundings into consideration, the latter option of ignorance was the most probable option.
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‘The grass is always greener on the other side.’ That’s how the saying goes.
In a person’s eyes, another’s possessions and lifestyle always seem better than theirs; even though it may not be always true
Unfortunately, Nadine used to agree, but Chloe had managed to turn this round. -
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It was a tradition of sorts; buying little trinkets and keychains with pictures of cute animals that reminded them of the other. From baby deer to flamingos, anything that came to mind, they got it. This time is most certainly no exception, finding a grumpy Nadine bundled up in cozy blankets.
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“Angela! I’m on my way!” I shout as I start running to her sleeping quarters. Luckily, our rooms were directly next to each other. We had changed the location of our rooms, so that we could be ‘neighbours’, when we became close friends. I barge out of my room, my bare feet almost slipping on the polished metal floor, and hastily try to open her door. Dammit… It’s locked, of course it is.