#celestiialisms

SHE’S SO HIGH RIGHT NOW SO WHY NOT

( wants to ask for one desperately but holds back )

he barely remembers it. the knuckles crashing into his face, the bruise that’s formed around his eye, his busted lip. he knows it could only be one person, & the desire for revenge is boiling in his blood ; he doesn’t like to be shown up, much like his rival, & claiming his territory-- proving himself ( no matter how risky or dangerous ) -- that’s something that will come in due time. he allows lukewarm water to run down his  face, dribbling off the tip of his nose & upper lip as eyes fall shut. with a palm spread against the chilled tile of the shower, the thing that captures his attention is the presence of another, fingers squishing into his sockets to wipe water away, landing blurry vision on mia’s figure on the other side of the glass door. 

please please please.

give mia a friend please and thank you