SHE LOOKS LIKE A TRAIN WRECK . usual curled locks are tousled & thrown into a tangled bun , if she could even call it that . expression is sour , complexion looking aged with the dark circles lining doe eyes & the remnants of mascara clinging to her face like something out of a cheesy goth movie . she attempts to not fidget about on her side of the couch , but it’s near impossible when you’re itching for a fix of something , anything .
a loud scoff is released , head thrown back in exasperation . gaze lands on him then , a glare forming upon features . it’s a shame he’s around during one of her moods . but , hey , at least they’ve got each other . ❝ ━━━ god , fuck , if i’d remembered what cleaning up was like , i would’ve ran off to a new country or some shit . ❞ a brief pause , four seconds to be exact , an expectant gaze directed his way . her patience wears thin during these times & speaking keeps her distracted . so , when she’s given nothing in return , she decides this has to end , a twinkle of something lighting up visage . ❝ hey , what do you say we get outta this place & find ourselves something fun ? you know . ❞ cue a wink , hoping he catches her drift . ❝ the others won’t know . . . it’ll be our little secret ! ❞
@larcny












