@clownite said: you’ve been terribly rude. what’s to be done about that?
this is a story that's been written before— two peas in a messed up pod. it always begins the same: girl meets girl, girl falls in love with girl, one winds up dead or in prison as the other is left to sob. they've already been through those stages, though. instead, they now enter the second act of the story: girl and girl take over the world. (girl and girl become the gods of the new world they're building, removing anyone or anything in their path.)
brown irises remain fixed on the 110, sienna's lit cigarette dangling out of the driver side window. the speed is enough to ash it before she brings it back up to her lips, a quick drag taken. “if being rude's a crime, guess i'm guilty as charged!” a sly, teasing glance is cast in the blonde's direction, teeth showcased by a grin as translucent smoke billows from between her lips. sienna enjoys the time she shares with harley; it's a dance on the edge of danger she's far too familiar with. but sometimes, the predator enjoys being the prey. (waiting for the right person to come scoop their heart up and take a nice bite out of it.) “but, being in trouble with ya? it's got its appeal.”
if this car were to crash within the next minute, sienna swears she would die happily. the happiest she's ever been. it's the first time she could ever say. (for a moment, she contemplates swerving the car into the guardrail on their right. pros > they die happy, cons > they die. she'll save that idea for another day.) gaze reverting back to the open road, the grin doesn't falter from her lips— it only grows in size. a final inhale is taken of her cigarette before it's tossed out of the window, a burst of ember hitting the asphalt behind them.
“punishment's gotta fit the crime, right?” left hand gripping the steering wheel, her right slithers to harley's thigh— a gentle squeeze to the flesh.
