#isolctions

20. Thank you for helping me honor my mother in my grief.

" he's only mostly dead." they mused, lacking any sort of remorse in her words. 

after returning home (with food, always with food) and kissing his babies hello, he managed to pull zephyr aside in the kitchen.  everyone else retreated to the tv room nearby.    “guess what?” maliq raised his brows, unable to contain his excitement.  “so, you know how i talk about us getting matching tats...i--.”  the laugh that escaped him was unstoppable.  “look,” he turned away from her, inching down the waistband of his joggers to reveal a very familiar tattoo.  zephyr written in a small old english font, covered in saran wrap, just below his hip.  “surprise,” he smiled widely, eager, anxious, and way too happy.

my lil puddin pop, my lil gumdrop button, the og lil bit................... i truly don’t think i would’ve come back to indie back in like 2017 and stayed if i hadn’t found you t b h ! you were just a lil baby but your talent was overwhelming and writing with you was and still is a massive privilege for me, as well as just getting to know you as the person behind the muses. i’m very proud of you and all you’ve accomplished the past few years and i know only good things will continue to come to you because you deserve them. talking to you and writing with you is always a highlight of my day whenever i get to do it, and i be Perceiving all the threads and ships you and i aren’t writing together just invested as hell lmfao anyway uhhh ily but u knew that

“would you maybe want to go out with me? like, a real date this time?”

I’YN: it’s been a too long, kidada.

peace didn’t last for the couple long, no matter how hard xaire would push for it to. he tried to stick to his promises, he gave up all his vices and finally put action behind the words he’d been feeding her for years. yet all it took was an unknown number hitting his phone mid date to set everything ablaze. what started out as a night full of affection and genuine laughs had turned into a night of passive aggression and displayed anger by the slamming on inanimate objects. “that’s all it takes now, a random ass number to pull this shit out of you again? bet, say less.”

SMILING DOWN AT HER four month old who’d finally given up on crying and knocked herself out. “ thank god, she’s so much cuter when she’s not screaming like a banshee. ” she breathed letting her eyes close for a brief moment. it felt like she hadn’t slept, breathed or had a thought that wasn’t involving yumi in months. as much as she felt terrible about it what she wanted, more than anything, was for things to go back to how they were before she was a mom. to have fun, see her friends, talk about something other than kids but she didn’t dare say that aloud instead she let her arms fold like a table before letting her head rest there. “ i’m so tired, i miss coffee and blunts and lunch dates that aren’t playdates. ”