#terriblepower

*  @terriblepower  :        you don’t understand. your child is always your child. he’s always gon--   ❛   i’m your child! ....  i don’t understand. he chose what’s out there over us.  ❜     maybe he changed his mind,   ❛   i never changed my mind. i’m here, why isn’t that enough?  ❜    there’s  a pause between the conversation of mother and child, and madison looks  defeated. alicia watches as her mother’s shoulders drop, and she lets out a breath ; it’s the same breath she always lets out before she dismisses something, moves on from it,  makes an excuse.

          i have to go make sure strand is okay--   ❛   considering he got what he needed so late because of your hold up --  ❜    alicia,   ❛   just go.. i’ll make sure everything is shut off.  ❜    her mother passes her, and she stands still for a moment before advancing to the generator, looking over the buttons. it isn’t until she hears shoes shuffling against the concrete that she’s startled enough to look behind her, looking up to see mason approaching. 

        THE SUN SLIPS through the room in small beams through her window, the smallest hint of night still licking the sky, morning threatening to break the surface as the sun finds it's home again. pale blue eyes flutter open, smudged mascara lined under her eyes and the faintest stain of what's left of her lipstick decorating her lips. now THIS came as a surprise. having slept with mason is a fickle thought in her mind, especially waking up beside him. as she shifts her nose brushes against his, moving to prop herself onto her elbow, resting her head in the palm of her hand. her gaze remains on HIM and only him. this was nicer than she expected, really. but she’d never pressure him for anything more, especially since she, as well, couldn’t take anything more.

❛ you know, o-over one million earth's could fit inside of the sun. ❜ it seemed like appropriate after sex talk. her voice was softer than ever, which was an AMAZING thing, seeing as she already obtains a softness in her tone naturally. she had the kind of demeanor you'd write poems about.

        THE SIGHT OF him only shocks her slightly, things like this seem to be routine now. people come and go and leave for however long they must and then reappear out of nowhere. so, she's grown seemingly ACCUSTOM to it. so, with not a lick of hesitance her pretty lips move to wrap around her straw, drinking some of her homemade lemonade. whatever grudge is held seems to be lifted. daxton doesn't CARE for them much anymore. ❛ you w-want some ? ❜ it's said with a light smile, her brows raising for a moment. ❛ i'd ask w-where you've been but i'd hate to pry. ❜