#slushietm

   “ THAT SOUNDS LIKE A FANCY WAY OF SAYIN’ IT SCARES YOU. ”

    THERE ARE no significant tonal indicators as he speaks, the only clue as to what may lie beneath the surface a quirked eyebrow: a challenge, a question. ARE YOU ? He is dangerous, COMBUSTIBLE. This he knows well. There is little grace to his magic, all blunt edges and force and burning. To see his chaos and react with fear is not unreasonable. But still he challenges, presses bruises and waits to see what happens ( as if the answer isn’t always ‘ aching ‘ ).

                    “ I let you win. ” 

                      A simple phrase, said with a playful tone. It was true -- they had gone easy on him when they played the board game. Why? Well, they thought it might boost his ego. However, he seemed a little too smug with the victory. A small smile plays on their lips as they look at him. Pushing the board game aside, they crawl over to him, placing gloved hands on either side of his face. 

            lydia’s   under   a   spell,   intense   gaze   falling   to   jd’s   lips   &   everything   blurs    together   so   fast   but   she   doesn’t   try   to   make   sense   of   what’s   about   to   happen,   giving   into   whatever   she   feels.   dusky   sage   eyes   flutter   closed   when   their   lips   collide   &   she   slowly   slips   her   arms   around   the   back   of   his   neck,   feeling   a   warm   glow   spread   across  her   cheeks   and   a   desire   consuming   her.   the   kiss   is   dizzying,   making   the   world   seem   to   tilt   &   sway   from   under   the   strawberry   blonde   and   she   finds   herself   flush   against   the   nearest   wall   in   seconds,   plush   lips   matching   his   with   a   gradual   sense   of   urgency.   she’s   infatuated.

“no    jokes    about    my    name.”             finger    juts    forth    in    his    direction    from    beneath     her    sweatshirt.           “i’ve    heard    em’    all    so    don’t    think    you    can    impress    me    with    that   shit.”  

   THERE’S A MOMENT where he considers taking this seriously. Refusing to take this ‘ HAHA, MY PAIN IS A JOKE ‘ bullshit they BOTH do and forcing Jason to talk about his shit and his tragic childhood and whatever else went on in his head. Lips parted, eyebrows raised slightly, if you were looking for it you could see the moment in which he almost does. But the point is he DOESN’T. Because that would mean opening up in turn, acknowledging that behind his own numbness was a canyon of feeling they could both so easily drown in. He doesn’t and it probably isn’t the better choice for EITHER of them, but the choice is made and the feelings keep getting repressed.

     ♥ -- ( soft sentence starters. )

                    The movie that the two had chosen had long since stopped holding Annie’s attention. The plot twists were dull and the acting was sub-par, though not amusingly terrible. And so, feeling the boredom tugging at the back of their mind, they leaned their head back on the couch. As their eyes fluttered closed, they scooted a bit closer to their movie-watching partner, leaning their head on his shoulder. 

                     A few minutes passed and they could feel themself dancing on the edge of consciousness. Just a few more moments and they’d -- 

                                   “ you asleep? ”

                     J.D.’s voice pulled them out of their half-slumber. 

           yeah,   so   did   lydia   if   it   meant   suffocating   herself   in   lip   gloss,   taking   too   many   anti   anxiety   pills   and   letting   her   bottled   up   emotions   age   like   a   fine   wine   until   she   was   miserable   —   until   she   learned   better.     ❛   you   might,   but   that’s   not   a   very   effective   coping   mechanism.   have   you   tried   doing   something   nice   for   yourself   instead   ?   like,    something   that’s   not   so   detrimental   to   your   health   ?      ❜

“PARDON?”    is all he can manage at first ;   he seldom dealt with these types of outpourings,   and while he often assumed it was because these weren’t the sort of thoughts others would be having about him,    it was definitely more so due to the fact that most were able to    hold their tongue in church.

“Completely average - looking,    but thank you.    Did you know we offer some really cool YOUTH GROUP programs?   Ages eleven to nineteen.    It’s pretty fun.     Also,    we have  BIBLE STUDY GROUPS.    I recommend that above all else right now.”