↪ 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒, things we lost in the fire. ( ACCEPTING. )
“ 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋. 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍. ” ------ @localsalt.
her nose is broken again. she's sure of it. it's been broken enough times now that ellie is intimately familiar with the deep, throbbing pain that radiates through her high cheekbones and into her forehead. she's going to have one hell of a headache in the morning. quietly, she sighs to herself ------ she knows she'll have to go to urgent care and get a referral to the only otolaryngologist in kildare county that'll see patients from the cut. more debt. great.
“ i'm not playing dumb, assface. it was a legit accident, okay? i tripped and fell. no kook involvement whatsoever, i promise. you can call off the damn infantry. ”
the way the color of blood shifts from shades of red to dark, earthy brown when it oxidizes is really cool, she thinks; the blood on the midriff of jj's threadbare white tee ------ the blood from her freshly broken nose ------ has already began to change in color. she stares pointedly at those bloodstains, and at the cracks in the waterlogged wooden porch they're sitting on, and at the tear in jj's jeans, and at the sea, and at the dreary, gunmetal sky ... anywhere but at the hard look in jj's eyes.
“ don't tell bub, okay? i don't want him to worry anymore than he already does. ”
