#karnifek

THE FRUSTRATION from the other is obvious,  which is why carol’s lips spread into a small albeit calm smile.   oh,  how she just wants to  HELP  the younger woman  … how she wants to give her everything carol never had.  she puts down the book she’s reading, making no hesitation to rise from her seated position on the end of the bed and makes her way around the back of zelda. ❛ here, darling …  ❜   her words are a COO,  whispered as both of her hands place against zelda’s shoulders.  she positions the other in front of the large mirror on the wall, smile growing at the reflection that is offered to thim.  OH,  how beautiful the woman is.  how perfect they look together.   ❛  it’s easier than you think.  you’ve just got to … ❜  her hands remove from her shoulders, altering their position so that they’re holding the two strands of the tie that rest around zelda’s collar.   HER FINGERS start working on the item of clothing, describing the process as she goes along.  

❛ you cross the wide end over the NARROW end, and then bring the wide end up and through the neck loop.  ❜  she does so as she’s speaking, showing zelda in the mirror — hoping she’s taking note.  ❛ then you pull the tie back through … like this. ❜  she continues until the tie is completely tied and then returns her hands to zelda’s shoulders, squeezing this time.    ❛  there you go … you look perfect.  ❜  her tone is honest, the glimmer in her ceruleun hues describing adoration.  she truly does adore zelda.   ❛  do you think you could do that on your own now ?  ❜

TRUST   WAS   A   BITTER   LUXURY            few   could   afford   in   times   of   war.     yet   in   spite   of   the   lies   she   had   shrouded   herself   in  ,     lyra   could   not    HELP    but   begin   to   rely   upon   the   older   girl   and    OFFERED    her   services  ,     despite   pan’s    VOCAL    protestations.     ❝     d ’ you   want   me   to   ask   the   symbol   reader   about   it  ?     ❞

Zelda was PRETTY, and Ambrosia was PRETTY drunk. Her face wore the tell-tale signs of insobriety : mascara plastered down her cheeks, lips had become mused with a stain of liqueur and lipstick –––– and perhaps, if she’s being honest, there’s a spec of salt residing on the corner of her mouth from a margarita she finished hours ago, a phone number that isn’t hers scribbled on her inner wrist. In stark CONTRAST to her sensible sober self, the redhead is carefree and daring ; loud and unruly ; and for a brief moment, she is compelled by a spark of audacity, leans over, and presses her lips against the lush contour of Zelda’s mouth, pulling away with a giggle and subsequent hiccup. ❝ Sorry. Wanted to try that. ❞ Drunk words spoke sober THOUGHTS, –––– no ?