#monstersmuses.

lani's silent, careful as she's being carried in his arms, lightly snoring. soon after, being placed on her bed -- seeing him walk away, she grabs his hand, eyes silently begging. " hey . . don't go. " she whispers, nearly glossy as she's trying her best to not seem so weak, but she's exhausted from working, from keeping herself intact. " there's room on the bed for the both of us, " she's saying, hoping that he's going to give in & lay with her, it's all she needs, at this point.

of course she's the argumentative type, it's how she's always been, since birth. in a multitude of words, lani's a fighter -- she always has something to say, whether or not someone likes it, that's just who she is. truthfully, there's no taking offense to her words because she's always going to say something, ugly or not. in this stance, as they're arguing about whatever, god knows what, lani takes a breath, a step back as he's saying that he loves her. has he always felt this way? even after their breakup? she's taking it into account, that he might be bluffing, a scoff something that leaves her lips, eyes rolling at his words. " you can't just say stuff like that & think you've won, austin. this isn't how it works! " she goes, near yelling, however, she's smarter than this, whatever she's feeling.