#neatself

she needs something. ANYTHING. the dripping of a leaky faucet or the humming of pipes. the breathing of another body. normally the teen would turn to her music in these times of anxiety. she strains from where she lays on her cot; listens carefully for any faint sound from the stereo down the hall. listens for any sort of talking. NOTHING. where most would claim to enjoy the silence, Casey would have to disagree completely. silence could be as toxic as CACOPHONY. 

the rustling of keys announce the return of her new God-- her prayers had been answered at least. she could never claim otherwise again. RELIEF swiftly turns into DREAD-- a cold chill starts along her spine, the colour draining from her face and into the pit of her empty stomach. nausea bubbles. she sits up slowly. propping herself up by an elbow, the girl tilts her head toward the door. STRAINS TO LISTEN. no heels. no erratic steps. heavy, and cocksure. when had she last cleaned the bathroom? a distant thought, barely heard, though she acknowledges it all the same when her eyes dart toward the bucket full of colour-coded cleaning supplies. 

          ❛ are you okay ? ❜   intent was GOLDEN, glint of concern in green hues. as far as she could tell she didn’t recognise the man ( an UNRELIABLE source at best ) but relations weren’t a matter she’d LINGER on, there was no point when one couldn’t remember whether or not they existed. perhaps it was too loud, too crowded an area, either way he was TENSE and clearly uncomfortable ; triggering sense of RESPONSIBILITY to lend open hand.   ❛ you look a little on edge . . . ❜

         ❝     are you aware of the fairytale of the snow queen ?     ❞     crisp and precise , hans doesn’t dwell on unnecessary details when he blurts the question out.      ❝   if you could believe it , out of all the characters ... the mirror seems to resonate with me the most . quite odd , wouldn’t you think ?     ❞

▐░ @neatself | LET ME RANT ABT HOW PRETTY CAEL IS | STATUS: ACCEPTING

cael has very GENTLE HANDS. the skin is soft, her nails are trimmed & buffed. though caelestis doesn’t take care of her many other features, her hands are important to her. she’s always touching other people, doing something with those hands. she washes them often & they ALWAYS smell of some sort of incense or scented candle wax.

the CLOSE proximity has Casey pressing herself back as best she can, lips parting as she pulls a gulping breath in. there’s always a CHANGE in scent, depending on the man or woman before her – THE DOE DEER USE THEIR NOSE. THEY’RE SMARTER THAN MALES, JUST LIKE HUMANS. whereas Hedwig had had a hint of innocence and toy plastic masking manly musk, and where Patricia had a rather floral and dusty scent to her… Dennis smelled clean. a touch of bleach and soap. it was an eerie comfort. imagined, perhaps… but very REAL.