( @killicns )
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā the hem of his favourite sweater grazing her bony kneecaps, fluffy socks slipping down to her ankles, carmen crossed her fingers and eyes in the hopes that killian finally reading her messages meant that he was on his way home. under the guise of clothes that had ALWAYS been too big for her, she hoped that he wouldnāt notice the bruised bags that sunk beneath her tired eyes, the unshakable slightness too her frame, the jerky movements that reached for something she had detoxed from every aspect of her life. their home was clean. she was clean; that was the most important thing. a balloon of pride began to swell in the pit of her chest, hunched posture growing more confident at the sound of their front door unlocking. sleeves rolled to her elbows, she spread her arms in a display of flesh that hadnāt been pinched by the point of a needle in weeks, as he entered the living room.Ā ā TA-DA! ā










