we all have a hunger

the smell of homemade pasta sauce wafted through clementine’s small trailer, the timid nevada breeze carrying the aroma as if to share it with anyone close by. although she didn’t cook much, clem found so much meditation in preparing a meal — especially for a friend. as she stirred the red liquid and veggies around with a wooden spoon, mesmerized, she thought of wyatt and his soft, cerulean eyes. clementine could feel the struggle of identity brewing between his heart and mind, and, even though she has only been in town for a few months, she had found herself drawn to caring for him. nurturing him. keeping him warm despite knowing that he already had a mother’s love in this wacky, little town. nonetheless, clementine offered her own love to the young boy ( whom she had met only a mere few weeks prior ). she offered it because, perhaps, she did not yet know how to gift it to herself. a knock on her metal door shook her from these too-deep thoughts, and a smile turned up at the corners of her lips. ‘ coming, ’ she purred before padding over to welcome her guest. ( @wyatthendrix )

‘ don’t ever forget this feeling, ’ clem cooed to the dark-haired beauty in the adjacent pool chair, matching her own. ‘ this feeling can’t be taught in any goddamn school, chica. remember that. ’ octavia reminded clem of herself in more ways than she has yet to admit, and there was an ache within her that was absolutely desperate to show her that there’s more in frayed ends than there is anywhere else. ( @octcvias )

with a quick scooping motion, clem dove a bouquet of three or four fries into leander’s near-melting shake. she didn’t hesitate for a single second before shoving the sweet n’ salty concoction into her mouth, a sticky drip of chocolate glistening on her bottom lip. ‘ holy fuck, this tastes like heaven ! ’ she mused, immediately going in for seconds. clementine wasn’t a stranger to absurd food creations. she could often be found making kabobs out of red licorice and skewered strawberries. boring was poison for clem; she needed new and she needed strange. ‘ well — ’ clem began with a hum, licking her fingers and contemplating leander’s very serious question. ‘ flying is the first thing that comes to mind. but i think i’d really love to ... control time. or ice breath. that’d be dope as hell. ’ laughing, clem raised a brow at the boy, as if to say ‘ what about you ? ’