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“why are you staring? what is it?? wait, WAIT...let me guess!! it’s my eyes...isn’t it? or is it my complexion??”
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@runawayed liked !!
“why are you staring? what is it?? wait, WAIT...let me guess!! it’s my eyes...isn’t it? or is it my complexion??”
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❝ Isn’t it a little late for you to be out on a school night? ❞
❛ Was there something you needed, love ? ❜
@runawayed / ♡ !
REMEMBRANCE WILL DANGLE OVER ANOTHER IN NOVEL FLESH, FORMING A NOOSE TO GRIP AT YOUR THROAT. ( @runawayed )
a PREDICAMENT ( most redolent ) of yore. bittersweet NOSTALGIA biting to plague with pang, TOYING with her VITAL CORE and gnawing, ENDEAVORING, beginning to burgeon CALLOUSLY. deft touch TWITCHES, her cup: HALF EMPTY, suffering asphyxiation, lid POPPING to greet a spot just NEXT to the heels on her feet. a store of CONVENIENCE once foreign, was entitled to DELUGE with reminiscence. strained countenance LEERS, swallowing thickly, in ABSOLUTE awe. cranium TILTS ever so slightly, reflection eclipsing judgement, SOFTENING coarse expression. hues thwart, INEPT to effectuate something as facile as DIVERTING own attention elsewhere. anywhere else. TO NO AVAIL, heady drawl threw a SHIFT in her stride. roaring decibels BURNING THROUGH the stems of ECHOING VOICES, increasing only to DRIVE her forward. ears grow DEAF to the sound of plastic cascading, BOUNCING before pooling slush, ice cold CRIMSON hydrous atop checkered flooring. sticky SUBSTANCE waxed omnipresent, oozes to claim cracks of laminated TILES, a scene akin to homely PASTIME, looks of a CRIME SCENE one may convey.
cusped and GRADIENT, polished nails GLIMMER, shine DANCING in the spotlight of FLUORESCENT LIGHTING, meeting the flesh that CLINGS to bone among the other’s hand. SLENDER fingers enclose around her’s, snapping back to EMPTY her hand of materials. voice MELDS with pseudo saccharine despite SULLEN DEMEANOR. ❝ you’re fucking PATHETIC at this. AVOID the pocket. try your bra strap. ❞ proving to be a WHISPER YELL of sorts, she contrives and ARTICULATES. belligerence dangling over PROLONGED ENUNCIATION, stillicide. a glance made to TARGET attentive eyes for PRECAUTION. ❝ if you think you can do it without FUCKING UP, try wrapping it around the hem of your top. ❞ nimble fingers prick LICORICE encased in diaphanous bulk, tearing open with BRIMS RISING, glossed and content. aromatic solidity TWIRLS between index, middle, AND pollex, residing at the gate of toxic ROSE PETALS. ❝ it SUITS YOU, by the way. it’s DEFINITELY your color. ❞ a simper is existent, nearly SINCERE, stout, BELIEVABLE riding to it’s full DECEIT. pearly whites collect glycyrrhiza made entity, GIGGLES surpassing.