everybody wants to rule the world

               ‘‘ talia is probably thankful that i’m up here and not down there. i’m more prone to make a scene than she is. talia is too —- nice for her own good, ’’ she said quietly before taking a deep breath and sitting up properly across from the male. ‘‘ but i agree. i’ll go down once i’m calmer and not full of anger and resentment. could be a while. ’’ she said in a small joking tone before letting out the first chuckle in a few days. ‘‘ twenty questions? i guess. you start though, set the tone for this whole —– ordeal. ’’

              slowly sitting up from the bed , she allowed the space between them , knowing that this was what was best for them. since ending the benefits part of their —- whatever it was , they were able to talk about feelings. feelings were not a common topic that skye enjoyed to talk about , wanting to suppress anything , which caused her to drink quite a lot & use bradley as a distraction while her mother was on the death bed. she was thankful that both brad & talia were able to pull her back to say goodbye to her mother before ti was too late. ‘‘ i —- don’t want to go back out there. they —- none of them stopped by while she was sick , none of them called to ask if she was okay , no one really came to relieve talia , or myself after i managed to come back. how is it fair that we share our grief with them ? it doesn’t —– seem fair. you were there for my mom more than they were. ’’

closed starter for @bradleycorcoran​

               ‘‘ thanks for coming with me. ’’ she said quietly , letting her small body fall back on the bed. if it wasn’t for her sister , skye would have happily said fuck it to the whole family gathering & did her own thing in the empty house , but who was she to say no to the only sister communicating with her. ‘‘ i — don’t even remember half these people , but yet someone gets sick & is on their death bed for years & magically we all have to join hands & sing hallelujah. ’’ she muttered , turning her head towards the male that was still lurking. ‘‘ you really didn’t have to come , i mean , you don’t even know anyone here & all we’ll probably do is sit around , talking about my mom as though everyone has spent time with her. ’’ and what was she supposed to tell people ? he was her friend ? were they friends ? were they more ? the lingering question within her mind the past few months.

Eyes slowly moved up from the food that was on her plate, gold ring on her finger glistening from the light that was shining down on the pair. If it hadn’t been the gum she chewed earlier in the night, it would have been obvious from other breath the amount of joints she had stuck between her teeth at the gathering earlier that night; in her defense, she didn’t have anything to do in preparation for classes tomorrow. “Stop looking at me like that,” she stated as her hues finally landed on Bradley. @bradleycorcoran

“Well if you told me that, I would’ve moved faster. I’m fine, my mom was awake when I left and she looked pretty good. What about you? You alright?”

“—-What are you looking at?”

Skye: So like, does this whole new rulebook mean I can't sext you when I wanna get myself off? Because porn is so fucking useless this day in age.

Watching him tense, Skye could only feel her heart rate increase she looked at him, pressing her lips together tightly. “I didn’t — mean to put you on the spot like that, sorry,” she muttered before pulling her knees up to her chest, her usual position when things got awkward. “She just — she would really like you,” the youngest Vosler whispered, resting her head on her knees. “She’d be pretty damn proud of myself if she met you,” she said with a small chuckle before nodding her head “It was alright, still trying to get Calvin to talk to me, but Talia’s been really helpful. How was yours?”

It was different – and it was still a question in her mind on if it was a good or bad different. Skye wasn’t used to sitting there and talking her feelings out with Brad, the male that she knew his body better than he probably knew himself, but still, she sat on her end of the couch with her hands on her lap and respected the new rules. “I want to say better, but she’s not. She does — look a bit better today, though, physical wise. Did you — do you want to meet her?”