#arcanelycursed

she withdraws, holstering her weapon and committing herself to stone. red lips press into a brisk line and stoic eyes do not betray the lurch in her core.     for now, she has no equitable bounds to linger on the offensive or defensive.     her shoulders relax, each crest of breath smooths itself out until placidity settles and resides deep within her marrow.     she says,    ❛    nothing good ever happens when you show up, you know.     ❜     which is, perhaps, considerably true.

      The faint hum of the electronic music inside the tall building she propped herself up against doesn’t ebb off and her ears twitch once the door in the back of a narrow alleyway closes with a loud echoing, entirely metallic BANG. Eyes of a bright sapphire shade are entirely absorbed by the small characters on the screen of her phone. Lips purse, thick brows furrowed as a tress of blonde falls into her sight. Her fingertips are gentle as they rearrange the strand of golden hair, press it against a soft cheek, reddened by the neon illumination. The bright sign of crimson hue, reading the name of her best friend’s club.

It’s nothing but the shadow in the corner of her eye, lingering on against the contrast of her mobile device’s bright screen. Her hand moves to drop and settle against one side of her body. Eyes slide to the right, believing to confirm a preexisting suspicion. “Can I help you or ---?”

people only ever think it’s acceptable to laugh about something when it’s a minority like i s2g i’m at my wits end with that type of stuff

exactly

like once you make one joke about a white person it’s all over

like fuck

that’s fucked up dude, i cannot believe that

i know