&. @ishyde prompted: i wish i was going with you. at least one of us will get out of this hellhole town.
luxuriated with his interest in aiding & abetting her inexorable departure from this rejected plot-line of an edgar allen poe tale. the peculiar buzz of allurement buried far into the depth of the crypt within her, there was no time for disturbances, let alone ones that could hardly handle their own espresso machine. yet tyler reminded her of the melodies to be lost in, a tune of sweetness but underneath the notes a prevalent darkness to be unearthed. there was something more to him . . . the unsullied coffee barista was fraudulent ( unwilling to accept that such vanilla had seized her morbid curiosity ). ❛ calling it a hellhole would imply there was something worth sticking around for. ❜ an insult to the asylum of the most beguiling of departed creatures. a freebie . . . she wasn’t used to the engagement, most avoided her like a plague ( didn’t understand the beauty in the history of them all ). chin tilts to the side a fraction, meddlesome by nature . . . a feline with her vocal canary ( as if not aware how the saying concluded, hardly seemed capable of the devious brutality it would take ). ❛ if you despise it as much as you say . . . what keeps you here ? ❜ remaining enslaved to modern technology to keep this conversation stumbling forward . . . an exception to be made just this once ( a lie aptly knotted in the form of a noose ). logic would say his father . . . perhaps the unkindness of ravens that might be considered his friends ( though they present more as goons with a lack of purpose . . . something tells her it’s no more noteworthy for a normie residing in jericho ).
