something borrowed âť– ellie & frazier
Ellie followed him, stuffing her hands in the back pockets of her jeans and looking around as they walked. She found that things were hardly ever interesting things to be regarded here but there was always the unusual person yelling at the sky or screaming from seeing “monsters” in the lake. Of course both those situations were irrelevant and usually done by those in Nowhere that couldn’t handle the fact that they were dead. “Let’s hope.” She replied.Â
Her hair clung to the back of her neck, the fact that they were dead had not made unmanageable things such as sweating, bleeding, and crying. “I have been swell.” She said, it being one of those rare times her tone wasn’t coated with sarcasm. “Hey, it’s cool, we’re not going to have like fucking slumber parties all the time.” She licked her thumb, sticking it up toward the sun as she often did whenever she was out for long. “What about you? Torture any more rats?” Ellie watched him throw the pebble, shoving her hair out of her face before focusing on the sun again.Â
Frazier smiled at the idea of them having a slumber party. Ellie was a rather unpredictable individual and because of that, there was no way Frazier could even begin to predict how such a thing would turn out, but he didn't hate the idea. "We should, y'know," he laughed, shoving her with his elbow lightly. "Have a sleepover. We could tell ghost stories, and braid each others hair," he gushed, eyes wide. "And talk about boys." He laughed hard, the feeling hurting his throat a bit. Such a sound didn't belong--not in this place, and not coming from him. He cleared his throat, rubbing at his neck self-consciously.
"No," he started, eyeing her. "I don't torture them, either. I just... agitate them for a bit of pleasure. How's that any different from you agitating everyone? Or--are you saying I can call that torture now, hm?" He stuck his tongue out, running a few paces ahead of her to avoid and major physical attacks.








