#2scall

for who i have written, i used to write e.liza h.amilton, as based on h.amilton the musical! ( i turned 13 in 2015... it was only inevitable i was a h.amilton fan. ) and for who i havent written, i've been thinking about maybe writing my precious l.aura l.ee from y.ellowjackets.... i miss her

hmmmmm... i'll say the boss from s.aints r.ow :) i've been a sr fan for yearssss and i'd love to write an interpretation of them but i just was never sure how to go about it. maybe someday though!!

yet, she stays. "so drink it." mari says, but her form settles back into the wear and tear of her seat. one leg propped up, the other dangled down, with her elbow smoothing along the back of the chair. decidedly casual, for a moment that's not, but any vulnerability mari has is locked and loaded behind caged walls. air-lifted and sanctified to a state of pause, just in case. (call it habit.) a pause streamlines through the half-open slant of her mouth, searching for words that don't feel singed at the edges. doused in something dangerous. echoing a history both know, but won't say, and mari would prefer to keep it that way. "it's late." is what she settles on, and flickers her gaze to the ceiling. "you're n — not tired?"

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