fade into you

   "it wasn’t really about romance at the end of the day though, was it?” kimmy’s lips pursed, but the soured expression wasn’t directed at tomas, and instead the bar and its occupants. she’d meant it when she said all was forgiven, that he made her believe that there was someone special out there for her, even if it had wound up not being him as she’d initially thought: but where were they? she let out a soft sigh. her life consisted of making sure someone’s loved one came home, instead of coming home to a loved one of her own. it was a humbling career, but sort of sad, when you thought about what she really wanted at the end of the day. “i’d never use you for anything– except your company.” a tinkly giggle left her lips as she took a sip of her drink, unaware that one of the men from the rowdy bunch was sidling up to her. “hey, can i buy you a drink?” kimalina casted a sidelong glanced over her shoulder. “..tomas, can i have another shirley temple?” she asked, placing her now empty glass down without looking in her ex’s direction.

careful laughter and relief come by with her distressed darling’s long-awaited appearance. ‘ as long as they don’t feel like a set of rocks, then you’re still fine. no time for underwear changes now. ’ stepping out of the chair and the artist’s well-skilled hands, she moves towards the girl, smoothing the sleeves of her robe over then tying her robe. ‘ c’mon, sit. ’ she orders in a hasty whisper, fingers comb over bobbie’s hair as she discussed make up ideas – insisting on no heavy contour, her argument being bobbie’s beautiful bone structure. ‘ she doesn’t need it at all. right, sweetie ? she doesn’t. ’ 

‘ oh, the SHITCOM ! yeah, nope, nevermind ——– wait, no. i still say that would make a great halloween special. personal trauma aside, think the actual content like man oh man, don’t hug me i’m scared is shitting itself ! also speaking of and i know you’ll ignore me because you’re a rat, but can you not tell donnie about that ? like, seriously don’t. he has a theory about scat symbolism in dreams and just — you do not want to hear it. okay, eros could def pass as colin firth but the real question is, does HE know that ? ‘cause i got a feeling he doesn’t or necessarily wants to know but if it’s tricks and sneak shots we’re doing, i’m half on board. shut up, we’re saving your womb for someone who could afford it now that you’re a superstar —  all tea, no surrogacy. ’