if clarity’s in death, then why won’t this die? @woefly,
the rose of her beret is clutched by sharpened claws as she lowers her figure to lean against the stone balcony. eyes trace from wednesday to the midnight sky, a sigh of neglect is traipsed through perfected glossy lips. doesn't she get it? it's something that comes naturally to enid, but clearly a trait has not been shared with her roommate. care, understanding, what were these things if not a gateway to enid's soul . . . she is the embodiment of all things good, and wednesday is what seems to be the opposite. where enid lacks in monotony, wednesday excels in her painfully deceptive self awareness. maybe opposites attract, or maybe opposites are simply stuffed awkwardly in the same box of a dorm room. regardless, enid finds a reason to object to wednesday's ideology, now matching the lack of energy in her voice. she secretly hopes the raven-haired connoisseur will ask her what's bugging her, if she gets around to spitting out what she's been thinking.
blonde curls slightly shift to the left in the wind, a piece of anger? sadness? boiling up to her mouth, frothing, as if she had never experienced an emotion before. ❛❛ lucky for me, your stupid case isn't dead yet. you're just ignoring all the signs that you've already figured out. and maybe you should think about seeing things how they are, not how they're supposed to be in your head. if clarity were in death, the world wouldn't function properly. it's like, science, wednesday. and like, i know it's been a few days since we've been friends but do you have to be so... deathly... with all your wording? eugh. sometimes it just gives me chills. ❜❜ eyes shut in an instant, feeling the eyes of her friend(?) on her. what were you thinking, loser? stupid, mumbling idiot. what the hell, enid. head turns almost robotically, eyes frantic, brows furrowed, wednesday's face striking out so elegantly in the night air. ❛❛ and, do you have gum? ❜❜
