#crystvlskies

mia: Help!!!!!!!

                  “  i don’t think you understand how absolutely HUMILIATING that was for me. ”  if she hadn’t been seated, surely lydia would have been pacing ridiculously back and fourth. would it do her anxiety any good ? of course not. - but often the woman had done things that induced her nerves to a bundling uncontrollable level. it was a small sense of panic. she had made a FOOL of herself. - at least in her eyes. her stomach felt like a rabbit burrowing itself into the pit of it. she was imperfectly perfect, and at times that was difficult for herself to see, and accept. 

                   “  i literally... tripped on air... and SPILLED hot tea all over this woman... ” because she had been too busy practically drooling over her the entire time.  “  ... and then asked for her number.... ”  she had socially spiraled awkwardly. of course she was left empty handed with no number put in her phone, and possibly lost a customer. “ i am... the WORST... ”  finding defeat with the situation, lydia covered her face with her hands. too humiliated to face anymore of the world, she huffed warm breath into her palms. muffled,  “  i think i should close the cafe, change my identity, and move far, FAR away... ” 

quinn’s hands run through her hair, threading through the knots. there’s a languid soreness running through her muscles, and she can’t help but love it, especially as she slips back down to the bed, her head finding her pillow, now, with the subtle scent of vanilla that made her hum in content. she loved the way girls felt. the way they smelled, like fruits, or flowers. and when her hand reached out, and rested on the girl's stomach, she felt warmth spread through her at the softness. 

girls, girls, girls.  

no wonder so many wars started over them. 

“you really are beautiful, cherie.” she says, and she’s not saying it in a profoundly romantic way. she’s just saying it, because it’s true. 

things weren’t like that between them, especially with the biting retorts that usually left mack’s lips. she, did in fact find them adorable, but she could feel the girl’s pressing fingers of an arms-length hold from almost the second her eyes opened after their nights together.

mia blinked slightly, the strobe effect from the television making her suddenly very awake. “do you think the axeman just wanted some jazz and no one would play it for him?”

before it even left her lips, she was shifting slightly, furrowing her eyebrows at herself. “don’t —, just ignore that i said that.”