drake , tim . / ⁽ flashback thread ᵎ ⁾
lithe bodies strewn loose atop helena sandsmark’s SUV , tim’s choice of music filtering through open car windows signifies girl’s softening disposition . smallville’s star speckled night sky looks down upon the two , whose fingers she lazily entwines . ❛ it was , like , A DONKEY DYING IN HIS THROAT . ❜ she has bite to her bark as always , an inherent sharpness in her tone . but cassie can’t play a poker face to save her life . she knows tim hears her bluff , carefully choosing the not so beautiful things about the most beautiful boy she ever met to reminisce over . this way , talking about him is bearable . ❛ i’ve never heard a more big , ugly , stupid laugh IN MY LIFE than his . ❜
