“   say   pammy,   REMEMBER   that   time   y’ate   a   fly   like   THIS ??   mmm,   delish !!  “

                 THE GREENHOUSE ALWAYS MADE HER feel a little itchy. whether it was the guilt she always felt due to the fact she couldn’t keep a house plant alive for longer than a month; or the literal spores that danced in the air, selina didn’t know. either way, it made the hairs on the back of her head lift and her nose twitch irritably. looking over to ivy she tipped her head, lips parting silently in question as she watched her, shrugging the short black trench coat from her shoulders and folding it carefully before laying it over the back of a nearby chair.

                          ❝  …so is this some kind of reunion —–  should i have brought a cake ? ❞

❛ but with the taste of your lips, i’m on a ride. ❜

               the approach is slow and cautious, and while the other female could bear a more domineering presence than her with the use of toxins, the doctor extends her palm to her. the scan is out of its folder, tilted toward the other.

                       ------------ there are    no   reproductive organs.