#umbrabuilt

❝   DON’T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT,   unless you have a fucking death wish .    ❞

ivories  bite  down  on  lower  layer   ,   acting  as  a  guard  against  speaking  curses   .     she  is  neither  apologetic  nor    fond    of  being  so     --------------     this    saccharine  girl    tells  blunt  truths  with  a  smile  on  her  cheeks    &    rarely  regrets  them  afterwards   .     (     but  he  has  made  her  feel  remorse   .     )     this  shadow  boy  has  reminded  her  of  loneliness   ,   something  she  would  rather  forget   .     she  watches  him  from  behind  half   -   closed  lids   ,   indigo   -   painted  fingers    intertwining    before  her   .      ❝    can  we     .  .  .     can  we  talk    ?    ❞     syllables  are  coated  in  defeat    &    dipped  in  bitterness    ;    that  sweetness  fails  to  appear   ,   leaving  a  melancholic  vessel  in  its  wake   .      ❝    i  believe  an  apology  is  needed   .    ❞

he’s really good at ping-pong and skeeball. like strangely good.