#oflostsouls

“ haven’t we lost enough? ”

angel’s eye brows arched up as she scooped some cereal into her mouth. mostly because she wasn’t expecting to see the other still in her place. she had woken up and basically stumbled into her kitchen. the previous night’s events were a bit of a blur. she cleared her throat rather loudly on purpose,” are you just not in the mood to do the walk of shame or what?” maybe not the best greeting but she was confused,” because no one willingly spends more time in this craphole apartment of mine than they have to.” 

first off, never be sorry, i love them too! <3 and i’m always up for multiple threads, memes, whatever. secondly, here you go! let me know if you’d like anything changed :)

speaking of—she waves at the familiar face, making her way over as kira exits the building. “how was the show?” deena asks, as if she wasn’t listening through her headphones the entire way over. what she could catch, at least. she’d missed the first part of kira’s show when rehearsal ran late. it wouldn’t be the first or last time, unfortunately. “who was a better guest—the one from today, or me?”

“I hope you’re happy!” Tears stung in Kamile’s eyes. “Because this is all your fault.” Her voice began to wobble. “This is all your fault. So I hope it was worth it.” Usually she was opposed to making a scene. But in all her anger, she didn’t care who saw or heard her. 

fingers tapped across her coffee cup. since being here she found that she had a great love with the one thing that kept her going through the day. she still suffered from nightmares, and so that meant to had no sleep what so ever. thank the gods for make up. deep in thought, she hadn’t noticed a figure at first nearby, and she cleared her throat, seeing just how busy and full the cafe was. “if yer looking for somewhere to sit, you are welcome to sit there...” she wavered to the free chair at her table, and she forced a smile, eyes moving to lock upon the person nearby.