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contrary to the image that presents when her mother speaks of her, she is rough around the edges, something sharp + dark + full of misery. unknowing. never full enough + never there enough. + her mother speaks the world of her, makes her sound like sunshine when her skin peels back an abyss. but she forgoes any of that, tight smile at the other while her mother shows them childhood pictures. ( which are fabricated but not, which happened but she was never here + she was always here. ) 〝 maybe you should let them come + finish our project for class before death by boredom sets in. 〞

lumia lounges in the living room of her mother's house, the part of a bored child, the part of a child who never quite knows her mother. + these days, her mother is always out, with friends + family that fawn over lumia + her accomplished expectations like mothers cooing over quiet babies. but she is alone at home for the weekend, + she is expecting company. + the company is someone she expects as a dearest friend, darling creature. 〝 i wonder when he'll get here. i should have told him which house to look for. 〞 she muses this to herself, rosy pout painting her downturn lips.

he's procrastinating on his last paper before this history class ends, the last paper of the course, + he's never been one to quite tie up his loose ends. THOUGH, he is one to bring others into his impending doom of deadlines + despair. 〝 dude, i'll literally stop after i finish this level, one more round. 〞

her smile is something both mischievous + peaceful, lips turned into soft pink crescents. while he seems to have disappeared to address a phone call, he's left dinner unmanaged + open to pick at, + she is not a being of patience. CELESTIAL + LUNAR, but her glow is ethereal, not without sorts of laughter + secrecy. barely tastes the contents of dinner, yet she is unaware of his entrance back into the kitchen, where she has burnt her hand + tongue. 〝 oww... 〞