❛ hale born.

  do not look for my heart anymore ;

              slow, cautious steps are taken into the room in which           she resides. he carries a pillow in front of his chest ( & close              enough to his face ) much like a shield. —- just in case. 

    ❜   i'm slightly less pissed off,  ❛

            is voiced as she rolls her eyes heavenwards,             but there is something of a small smirk forming             on her lips when she sees him.

                  disinterest clogs his veins with the appearance of another,                   a second inhale chasing the first as the tip of his joint shines                   orange in the darkness, a lighthouse. he studies her                   momentarily from the corner of his eye, dismisses her quickly                   even as she approaches.

        the roll of her eyes comes naturally, as does the         scowl forming on chapped lips. there's a pause         in which she studies him, observes the way he         inhales& exhales, before finally speaking.

                           ❜  do you mind?  ❛