#jockclair

𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚂𝚄𝙽  𝙸𝚂  𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶  ,    pinky  hues  from  the  east  of  the  sky  kisses  just  over  daf’s  closed  eyelids  .    she’s  reclined  next  to  him  ,   quietly  tucking  into  howl’s  moving  castle  before  the  ripples  reflected  off  lover’s  lake  .

❝         𝑠𝑜  ,   𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒  ,   𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒  𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦  𝑛𝑜𝑡  𝑎  𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦  𝑔𝑢𝑦  ...          ❞        she  cocks  her  head  to  the  side  .          ❝          what  about  concerts  ,   uhh  ,   raves  ?   shindigs  ?   you  gotta  be  down  for  a  hootenanny  ,   sinclair  !         ❞

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charmed sentence prompts || @jockclair

          kat spends another moment eyeing him off. her brow is quirked and her lips are pursed before she shrugs. calling him out instantly because she doesn’t believe it “and you’re full of shit.” but she can’t make him tell her the truth about the gashes on his arms, no matter how suspicious they look. “i’m surprised someone else hasn’t noticed.” 

she’s armed with a bottle of pink whitney and mini - powdered sugar donuts, courtesy of her sister.     lexi had agreed to stop for the latter   only   if cassie stopped pregaming,   a pact which took a nosedive so steep the older of the howard sisters is convinced she can taste the music pounding off the walls of the house.     her friends have long abandoned her   (  or is the other way around?  ),   leaving her to her own devices,   the first of which includes finding a place where she can wash the sticky - sweetness of her gas station snack off her fingers.    

cassie walks in on a few different scenes   (  a couple making out heavily,   some random kid snorting off a washer,  the usual  )    until she finally finds a bathroom.    in her inebriated state,   the lock on the door is the least of her worries,   her brain focusing instead on if her bottle of whitney will be able to stand upright on the edge of the sink.     once situated,   cassie soaks her hands in the water for much longer than needed,   only half - feeling the prick of the cold against her skin.    lo and behold,   she ends up splashing herself in shock when the door opens,  stumbling back as her wet hands grab at nothing but air.     thank god there’s a wall for her to back against—    that,  and a   very   concerned looking guy in the doorway.     once she realizes exactly why he looks so shocked,   cassie attempts to slur out a reply.