sweat draped over porcelain skin, a moment of weakness curdled into frenzy. kirby knew tonight would be a bad idea β πΌπΈπ½πΆπ»πΈπ½πΆ ππΈππ· πΌπΈπ½π³π ππ·π°π ππ΄π π΄π» π°π ππΎππ π΄ππΏπ΄π½ππ΄. not the mind in front of her though, an adventurous game of beer pong turning sour by its fourth minute. it'd cause any freshman in college to act out, desperate to be known for anything but their past, to only be known for exactly that. . . with a slighter edge to it, painted red on canvas with a hunting knife that's left a visible scar both physically & mentally. BUT THIS WAS NEVER KIRBY REED ACTING OUT. heaving over a concrete path, desperate for a clause of consistent air coming into her lungs, *known for anything but her past. as soon as she had heard, ( " ππππ»π ππΎπΎπ½. α΄s ΙͺΙ΄, βα΄‘α΄α΄α΄ sΚα΄Κα΄ α΄α΄Κα΄ α΄Κs α΄π Β²β°ΒΉΒΉβ ΠΊΞΉΡΠ²Ρ ΡΡΡd? " ) she knew it was only going to take a mere few seconds to be bent over a railing, βα΄Έα΄΅α΄Ία΄³α΄΅α΄Ία΄³ onto herself in shakes & bends. the stares she can take, the whispering too, but to be called out right in front of everyone? that immediate loss of control? it's that same excruciating pain of having a πα΄Έππβ cut you right through.
πΎhe hadn't realised she was doing it. apologising over and over again. once the air had welcomed itself into petite frame, kirby snapped right out of it, brown eyes that had turned πrey returning to their rightful hue. felines peer up, ebony wispies fluttering as they do, and the light hits them directly at its opus to reveal a tear or two. hardly a glare, void of tension, instead laced with a π·βπͺβπ²βπ³βπ¦βπ³βπΉβ of gratitude. she shakes her arms free, letting out a high-pitched sigh to pierce the awkwardness she can't help but feel, a brow perking up once she figures out what to say. ββ wasn't it your go? ββ for beer pong? ββ a lip twitches into a slight smirk, a free palm running through her long bob. she's been meaning to cut it, return to her rightful α΄ΙͺxΙͺα΄ - cut roots, but it only makes it sting more. [ κββα΅£βα΅’β βα΅’ββπ βᡧ ββα΅’α΅£ βα΅’ββ ββββ ... ] muted berries now ditch the smirk, lending a friendly smile before straightening her posture & roping all confidence back in β no matter how fake it may be. ββ you didn't have to come out and check on me. ( π¦β πlight πΏπ πΊππ of βer pearls ) i could've done without an audience ββ that was fuckin' embarrassing. ββ
@stabscream, β¦ DON'T APOLOGISE, WE'RE ALL BARELY HOLDING IT TOGETHER.
