' thank you. ' 🖤
she’s twenty - three , sitting on the armrest of her sofa and watching the dead move . queenie doesn’t find the whole affair interesting in and of itself any more , a fact she’s sure that louis’ pleased with . but looking at him with a glimmer of her former awe is a given .
you’re stronger than you think .
queenie made the mistake of saying it lightly , unaware of the weight behind the compliment as she inspected her manicured nails .
❝ i mean , you're welcome . it’s true , you know . ❞
she doesn’t give him the option to refuse by phrasing it like a question . he is . queenie stands up , deciding she’d like a cup of coffee . it’s everything in her to remember not to offer the same to her guest .
❝ what else am i gonna do for you but that ? i’m your friend , i ain’t runnin’ an open blood drive outta my apartment . not that you’d ever ask me to . ❞
leaning with her lower back pressed to the counter island , she grins .
❝ sure i can’t get’cha nothin’ , honey ? ❞
* ♡ ── ⎛ @bloodcried . ⎠
