#komunion

cassie’s smile is an uncomfortable knot.   she tries to untie it,   but she can’t seem to work her fingers beneath the rough rope   (it scorns her knuckles until they are peach bruises,   shades that won’t wash out for some time).     she scrambles in her bag,   pulling out a red leather journal that stains her fingers.   it was her mother’s--   a stolen gift,   the sweetest one that can ever be taken.    she doesn’t have a pen.   fuck.     “    sorry!    my sister’s just such a big fan,   i can’t actually believe it’s you.   could i get your autograph?   ”

⤑   @komunion​    (reference)

               ❝ Honestly, mate, I thought it would look a lot better on you then it actually does. ❞ He’s amused, for sure, but he hopes that Jaylen knows that he’s laughing with him, not at him. (That’s the kind of thing you say so that you’re not hurting someone’s feelings when you’re laughing at their expense.) ❝ Sorry, it’s actually kinda funny--- ❞ He has to suppress a laugh, before looking back at the pile of shirts that he’d picked out. ❝ Okay, here, try this one. It’s a vintage Fleetwood Mac shirt. I mean, everyone likes Fleetwood Mac, right? ❞

‘        the    past    will    come    back    to    bite    you    in    the    ass.        it    always    does;        it’s    like    a    fucking    clogged    toilet,        shit    will    come    back    up.        ’

does my muse trust yours?    probably?  sure  does my muse dislike yours?    no. would my muse kill someone for yours?    no. would my muse kill your muse?    no. would my muse save yours?    yep! does my muse find your muse attractive? who knows. is my muse disgusted by yours?    no. would my muse go on a date with your muse?    who knows. would my muse kiss yours?    who knows. would my muse betray yours?    no.  unless like cam does something complete immoral which i don’t see happening   ...  maybe raleigh accidently says something cam wanted to be secret but that’s minuscule like,  a middle name. my muse’s favorite thing about yours is  the way he looks like constantly in thought. kinda makes it like  ‘gosh darn wonder what he’s thinking about?’  they still don’t know each other though. the thing my muse dislikes about yours is  the way he’s kinda a clean freak at parties or in general. it’s a little liz-like so a little intimating. 

      and that music scene must be small here. small enough to realize circles connect of two familiar faces that would recognize her. and the most familiar face catches the corner of her eye. one with a very typical blueprint. on how he hovers into her presence though pretending it to be coincidence. it’s a new setting, however, but that won’t stop a short conversation. because he must enjoy her rejections after the initial one night. it’s been a routine   ;  he gets a couple quips out of her, and she gets a boost of her ego while walking away  (little do they know of the mistletoe dangling above to threaten such).   she angles her head to acknowledge him before looking back at maddie and daniel.      ‘  she’s my sister. why i’m here.  ’

jay: pass dom: smass cam: smass daniel: pass

      ‘  maybe it's simpler to lie.’      a shrug at his attempt of advice. though the shrug is hardly there with his shoulder blades press against the back of the chair, and his back arch above most of the bottom of the chair. arms have been cross since being here, legs far apart as one bounces in place.