holistic

     “  do you always talk in proverbs ?  ‘cause i dunno if i should be impressed by that or feel special.  ”

     “  seat ain’t taken , right ?  ”  he asks , hand on the back of the back of the chair next to her.  it feels ... weird to set out and away from the bar , next to the onlookers he’d just played for.  too much attention , too many eyes.

     “  y’ know of any places ‘round orleans looking for a guitarist or something ?  ”   it’s a bit of an odd question right off the back , but he’s looking for a gig.  hell if he knows what’s going around in these parts.  better to ask  LOCALS  rather than starting off his search on his own.

 ❝oh ! good answer. ❞ a pause, he smiles. ❝ — HEY. ❞ what a smartass.

lost ? sure, supposes she is, in more than one way. decides to take it SIMPLE. not get lost in her head, her woes. shoulders shrug. ❝ i don’t really, either. my GPS is down. ❞ meaning her grace. she can’t connect to HEAVEN for guidance. she may as well be human. 

❝ really ? thought it was INTERESTIN’. no shit it’s DISGUSTIN’. should i start wit’ somethin’ more normal ? like, HOWS THE WEATHAH ? see, that’s borin’. now answer the question n’ don’t be a COWARD. ❞

❝ what’s more DISGUSTIN’ ? slurpin’ veins up like noodles, or toast’ eyeballs  like marshmallows ? ❞

@holystrings

     “  you look ‘bout as lost as i do , girl.  ”   tate begins , backtracking as soon as he’s sad it.  it was a little too creepy he thinks , but he means it in earnest.  “  i just don’t know where i’m going , sorry. ”