bubblegum bitch

((Gah it actually hurts my heart to say it, but I just can’t keep up with this blog anymore, so I notified the group that I’m dropping.

"only tvwo. but i play alot."

"Well, I'll be sure to come to your next one. After all, can't have some groupie snaking my man, now can I?" you nuzzle his neck again and frown at the mark. You know he said it's from Latula but it still makes uncomfortable knowing someone else had their mouth all over your boyfriend's neck. You guess you're still not used to this whole weird troll mating system thing.

You can almost hear your pump break in two and the remains sink into your stomach. You are the scum of the Earth, though in retrospect- that could be considered an insult to scum. If she ever finds out about Porrim (if anyone does, for that matter as you're sure they'll all run and betray you), you'll perma-die on the spot. You'd have to; you wouldn't be able to exist in the same bubble as she in decent conscience.

You nuzzles your face into his chest and just sit there for awhile, trying to calm down. You've been high strung all week, no, for longer than that. Also your tailbone really, really hurts what the fuck did you fall off of. You wrap your hands tighter around his waist and hug him.

Your stomach turns the moment she begins nearing your neck. You can keep it cool, though. You're a world-class liar; you can keep it cool.

You lean up and nod, kissing his chin so soft it's almost timid. You like how much of your waist his hands can cover. He's so much bigger than you it makes you feel a little like if you curled up in his lap and never left nothing could ever hurt you again because you were so small compared to him you'd just disappear. You stroke the side of his face affectionately.

"yeah, i knowv. i vwasn't really thinking about that."

You shake your head, rearranging yourself on his lap slightly.

“don’t svweat it. it’s okay.”

"It's still not coola me to just up an vanish. Plus idk like, stranger danger in shit, it's usually a good idea to let at least one person know where you're goin so if you turn up dead or unconscious someone can tell the cops who to talk to. I shouldn't be that irresposible. I mean for all you knew I went and shacked up with some dude for a week. Not that I would do that, that would be shitty as hell n I'm not that kinda person"

If you were of any real use to her, you might have been able to sort at least a little bit of this out (she could have crashed on your couch! She could have taken your bed, if she wanted. You wouldn’t have asked her to do peyote in the desert). You lean down from waist and shoulders to kiss the side of her head. She has a real movie of a life. Not a happy movie, not at all, but it’s extraordinary and not for nothing.

You pick yourself up and set Hermeowne down on the bed. Gently, you reposition yourself to just sort of curling up on Cronus' lap and resting your head against his chest. You nod your head gently, trying to sort your thoughts carefully before you speak.

You lay your arm over her side, tactfully avoiding her tabby (or is it the calico? You can’t tell from here).

"Sounds like a barrell of laughs. I just cried a lot and kept myself hidden from Maya's weird swinger friends who kept trying to get me to do peyote with them and walk around naked in the desert. And drank like, a small lake's worth of rum. The cried some more. Oodles of fun. And now I'm probably failing all my classes. I might have left my mother a voicemail telling her I hope she chokes to death on a dick but I'm not sure."

You open the door carefully, just in-case  she has a hangover-headache, which is completely plausible. You like to play it safe with that sort of thing. She looks just as tired as you do, if not more so. It’s become a depressingly common sight. She always makes sure to wear something pretty, though, and that’s an admirable quality. You smile at her when you enter, and close the door behind you before taking a seat on her bed closer to the headboard than she, but still close. 

He sits down on the bed next to you and you adjust yourself slightly, making sure Hermeowne doesn't slip away from you. You turn on your hip and rest your head in his lap, curling into as much of a ball as you can with a large fluffy cat in your arms. Sitting up requires far more effort than it's worth.

>Cronus: See Your Girlfriend

You feel weird. Just sort of, strange and disconnected from everything.  You blame the week long bender and go back to brushing out your wet hair. You smelled like old carpets and booze, so you'd jumped in the shower before Cronus came over so you wouldn't look like complete shit. You still look pretty haggard from barely sleeping for a week straight and drinking so much, and you don't have any make up on because frankly you're too tired to bother.

yo im sorry i vanished shit got 2 much w like everything and i kinda fell off the wagon and spent the past week sleepin on an old friends floor being rly drunk and screaming about my mom and cryin a lot and i uh prolly shoulda told you or st idk i get it if ur mad for me disappearin and stuff it was shitty im shitty

good.

okay.

oh.

yo im sorry i vanished shit got 2 much w like everything and i kinda fell off the wagon and spent the past week sleepin on an old friends floor being rly drunk and screaming about my mom and cryin a lot and i uh prolly shoulda told you or st idk i get it if ur mad for me disappearin and stuff it was shitty im shitty

good.

okay.