#outniced

JOANNA: are you not talking to me because u found out i’m a camgirl? JOANNA: or is it something else? bc you’re not answering the door or ur texts JOANNA: but i’m not gonna stop spamming u with snaps till u talk to me xx

synopsis.            his mind is quiet, now  ;  thoughts lulled  calm  after a storm  ---  and he can’t recall how long he’s been sitting at the foot of his mattress, tired eyes trained on the herringbone floor. a few hours  ?  minutes maybe  ?  it isn’t until the unfamiliar  gong  of the family clock chimes a seven from the other room that he realizes it’s only been maybe fifteen minutes since he’d excused himself early from the dinner table. from  t h e i r  dinner table. castor felt like a living doll, forced to play house within somebody else’s home since his own had disappeared. but he’d spent too many hours  mourning  over the absence of his parents, and he couldn’t cry anymore, even if he wanted to. it’s the shuffling of another that finally pulls his gaze from the hardwood, thumbs hooking around the fabric of his sleeves as he makes eye contact with his newfound housemate.  ❝  hope i didn’t piss your parents off by skipping out on eating with him.  ❞  its a  h o l l o w  apology, as he’s not really sorry for anything, lately.  ❝  --- ---  ‘preciate it and all. i’m just,  ❞  the male stops, unsure how to finish his sentence, eventually concluding with a shrug of his shoulders.   @outniced​

TESLA: i love when boys buy me pretty things to get my attention TESLA: now if only u wanted my attention so bad that u bought me pretty things TESLA: hmmmmmm

          ‘     my   MANAGER   thinks it would be a good idea if we went out on a   d a t e.   in   public.   i would like to clarify that it   wasn’t   my idea, so don’t get mad at  ME.     ’

         ‘     you know what we should do  ?   we should get   MARRIED.   i never do anything   s p o n t a n e o u s,   everyone expects me to be   logical,   but   . . .    we should just   do  it.     ’

         rei moved through winding streets, however slowly, heels in hand and eyes unfocused. she’d thought it would be easier to drink - to try and forget them, how they plucked on her heart strings in a way that made her sing, how she was so sure nothing was ever going to come of it and she’d never have the balls to try otherwise. and then she drank herself into a haze - she did body shots off of strangers and writhed against foreign bodies until she thought, well, why the fuck can’t i try? and now she was standing outside their window with mascara - daubed cheeks, knocking softly on the glass. she faltered as they approached the door. ❝ i - ❞  she wanted to say hope your boyfriend isn’t up, but it came out like, ❝ i’m drunk as shit. ❞

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