this is for the cutiepie rain!

the past few weeks had been... interesting, to say the least. for an outside observer, josephine hasn't changed at all, but the truth was, her insides went a bit crazy. not in stormy, blasting way but quietly, almost like her feelings had gone a bit shy. there was a lot of thinking included, a few sleepless nights and many, many decision-making. it took her about two weeks and five meetings with rain to finally soften, as much as josephine emery is capable to. but who would blame her for liking rain? everybody liked her, even though she was a bit nuts; it was sort of added value - it made her special. and now her pink hair wasn't too bright anymore and her dreamy voice wasn't pitiable and above all, her flower crowns were kind of pretty. she didn't quite know how to deal with it yet, but one thing was clear: rain deserved to see that josephine trusts her... in a certain way. she deserved to know that she is now allowed to call her josie (not that she ever cared for josephine's objections anyway, but still) and that she could maybe even put a small flower in her hair.

she was just a tad bit nervous while walking down the corridor in zeta lambda delta's sorority house, seeking for the number seven, which should be rain's room. her right hand was carefully wrapped around a delicately made daisy flower crown that she spend her whole morning at. it was a gift from somewhere near her heart, because she was determined to carry out everything as befits the situation. soon she was standing in front of the right room and without faltering knocked softly on wooden surface.

she was painting. she was probably a bit covered with stains of different colours all over her white dress and hair, but she didn’t even care. she never cared about those things. she decided it was a good day to paint the only wall in her room that was still intact. yes, she painted them all. there were all kind of things now; from rainbows to thunders and birds and flowers and also the most random things. rain loved her room very much, even though she didn’t spend much time there. it was cosy, though: there were bonsai trees and green plants and books and flowers and her paintings and even sketches all over the place. it was very colourful and lovely. all of a sudden she heard someone knock on her door and she stopped murmuring a melody of a happy song she heard earlier and walked to the doors, still with her brush in hand. she opened them and smiled widely at her visitor. ”hi josie!” she said with a wide smile on her face. ”it is so lovely to see you here!” she hugged her without hesitation. she didn’t think much about her being here; she didn’t question the reason, she just accepted her with a lot of happiness that reflected in her eyes. ”come in, josie!” she said and opened the door widely and then closed them behind her, turning back to her with a big smile on her face. ”welcome to my room! I am happy you stopped by,” she said, nodding in agreement with her words. it really wasn’t hard to make rain happy.

this is for the cutiepie rain!

first thing to notice when the door opened was rain and her pink hair and her pretty white dress, all covered in blots. josephine assumed she was painting, because she knew how much rain loved doing that. the corners of her mouth turned upwards in a reserved smile. »hello rain,« she greeted her carefully and prepared for a hug because it was just something the pink-haired girl liked to do so much you could see it coming in her eyes. of course she didn't disappoint her, wrapping her thin arms around equally lean torso of josephine's. this time, her own arms sneaked on the girl's back and awkwardly smoothed it. who would've blame her? she wasn't used to such physical contact. after they divided, she slowly slipped through the door, ending up in a colorful room. to be honest, if it was someone else's, she'd scoff, but it was rain's and it suited her personality perfectly. »it's... it's pretty,« she said slowly, smiling a bit again at the huge amount of happiness radiating from her voice when she welcomed josephine in her light room. she seemed like a fairy that has fallen directly from one of the children's stories, painting her adventures on her walls. it was weird to... you know, just like and accept someone – maybe not for most of the people but for josephine it was. »so, i made you a flower crown.« she lifted her right hand in which she was carrying the said object and extended it towards rain. »i hope it's okay...« she added quietly and lowered her gaze.