#bathail

𝙷𝙴  𝙲𝙰𝙽  𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻  𝙰  𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈  𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙶𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃  𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚂  𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚂  ,    daffodil  is  content  to  listen  .   the  extremity  of  the  situation  ,   from  his  perspective  ,   is  hilarious  to  her  .

❝            𝑦𝑜𝑢  𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒  𝑠𝑜  𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦  𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠  ,          ❞        she  giggles  ,   she  can’t  help  it  .         ❝        it’s  sooooo  cool  .         ❞

   “     no !   @bathail​  c’mon   ---   i’m  not  scared  but  like  ,   hypothetically  ,   what  exactly  is  the  worst  thing  that  can  happen   .  .  .   ?     ”

𝚂𝙷𝙴'𝚂  𝚃𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙰𝙽  𝙸𝙳𝙸𝙾𝚃  𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲  𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙷  ,    one  plus  one  equals  make  a  move  .    but  he  doesn’t  get  it  ,   she  understands  why  .   they’ve  been  friends  long  enough  ,   off  and  on  ,   which  she  knows  is  her  fault  .   she’s  the  one  who  disappeared  ,   literally  .

and  you’re  the  one  who  would’ve  looked  for  me  ,   she  thinks  ,   staring  at  him  with  so  much  pained  resignation  .   she’ll  have  to  open  up  her  chest  for  him  to  understand  at  this  rate  .

❝           𝑦𝑒𝑠  ,   𝑖  𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡  𝑡𝑜  𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑑  𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟  𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑  ,          ❞        this  is  humiliating  and  she  doesn’t  care  .   it’s  what  it  takes  .   she  reaches  out  ,   her  soft  palm  covering  his  knuckles  .         ❝         come  on  ,   eddie  ,   people  are  staring  .   i  ...   i  thought  ...  you  ...          ❞

   “and because i want that ‘a’, that means you’re going to get that ‘a’ too.” 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 flip open a notebook (she paints them every sunday with her mom, a ritual she’ll never publicly announce but secretly treasures), then extend forward in a handshake. “partners?” 

fright night ! / @bathail

“okay, yeah, i know,” vic starts, near-positive that she looks just a frazzled as she feels, still processing the end of her work day. a hand scrubs over one side of her face, the other swinging in a frantic arc. “but then my coworker caught me on the way out the door and started tellin’ me stories about the actual, literal, not a goddamn joke shit knife his sister keeps in her guest bathroom and dude, lemme tell ya, i need some time to fuckin’ process that.”

a confused laugh escapes her. “like, why are you gonna look someone you’ve been working with for like two months dead in the eye and start tellin’ ‘em things like that.”