#lcstfang

... continued with love from this post here // @lcstfang

SOMETIMES, THE WAY DAVID TALKED ABOUT THINGS PUT HER IN THIS HONEY-DEW STATE WHERE SHE CLUNG RAVENOUSLY TO EACH AND EVERY WORD. he had been the one to tell her about important things, like the way it feels to take a life, and he had been the one to tell her about nothing in particular, like how the batteries wouldn't amount to more then one hit wonders in the grand scheme of things. then again, there were also moments where, in the time it took for him to open his mouth and close it again, her eyes had already glazed-over, dripping with indifference. the cheap jewelry on her wrist clinked like wind chimes; she leaned forward to change the station back to where she'd had it.

          " OUCH ... THAT WOULD HURT A LOT MORE IF YOU WEREN'T STUCK IN THE SEVENTIES, " she said. might've hurt a lot more if she didn't know him too, but david had stopped scaring her sometime between ' hello ' and the first time he'd looked at her with that covered-in-blood kind of smile.

star sat back down with just as little ceremony, knees curled into her chest with iridescent wonder. one thing she really liked about their set up here was the acoustics; while her fingers unfurled against her better judgement, they spread with greedy nonchalance over top a dirty floor ── she could feel the vibrations in her bones. it was bliss. " the guitar sounds ... sort of wet? " the word raw came to mind; she flicked her mirror-eyes back to him reflexively. " it's nice. marko could do that. "