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[gurlrot-a]

riley can now be found at : @pantichrist

[gurlrot-a]

when   riley   is   at   her   most   hungry   and   when   she   is   feeding,   𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔   𝒊𝒔   𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏   𝒔𝒉𝒆   𝒊𝒔   𝒊𝒏   𝒉𝒆𝒓   𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍   𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎.   she   still   looks   like   herself,   only   different.   she   is   boney   and   long,   skeletal   and   hunched.   the   honey   brown   of   her   eyes   goes   milky   white,   her   skin   is   pallid   and   grey.   she’s   adorned   with   darkened   veins   and   bruises   easily,   𝚜𝚑𝚎   𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗𝚜   𝚊   𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎   𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚎   𝚊𝚝   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛   𝚘𝚏   𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝   𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎   𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛   𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘   𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜.  this   wound   is   the   one   given   to   her   the   night   she   died.   it   blooms   and   splits   when   she   is   in   this   state,   often   oozing   a   thick   black   blood-like   substance ;   (   𝓹𝓾𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭   𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭,   𝓬𝓸𝓪𝓰𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭   𝓪𝓷𝓭   𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓴,   𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷   𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰. )   her   ears   are   elongated,   point-tipped   and   creature-like.

   but   it   is   her   mouth   that   is   most   different   when   in   this   form.  𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑡𝘩   𝑎𝑟𝑒   𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑝   𝑎𝑛𝑑   𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑,   𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒   𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑡   𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛   𝑖𝑡’𝑠   𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒.  when   eating,   her   jaw   will   open   and   detach   like   that   of   a   snake's,   allowing   her   to   consume   larger   pieces.   because   of   this,   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗   𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍   𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑   𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗   𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚜.  scars   from   this   are   noticeable   when   in   this   state   as   well,   but   otherwise   completely   healed   when   human.  

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she beckons him forward like a siren’s lullaby,   the weight of a threat beneath it pulls him under the water’s he’s carelessly treading.      without answer,  without thinking,     he moves a step closer with little to no room left between them,  ghost - brushing against her.      ‘   like this?   ’      his head cranes at the side slow before leaning even closer into the empty space between her shoulder,    his mouth whispering directly into her ear ..        ‘   gonna do that thing with your mouth again?   ’  

come in close.  closer     …     @gurlrot​​

[gurlrot-a]

"y'real    sick,    yanno    that?"                she    tries    to    stop    her    amusement    from    reaching    her    voice,    but    it's    of    no    use    -        𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚    𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏    𝒉𝒆'𝒔    𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆    𝒊𝒏    𝒔𝒐    𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚    𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆.    he    smells    of    the    woods,    of    cigarette    smoke    and    the    steel    of    a    blade.                (    𝚐𝚘𝚍    𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢    𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜    𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝    𝚑𝚎    𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍    𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎    𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎.    )                lucky    for    him,    it'll    never    come    to    that.                "why    wouldja    wanna    see    that?    me    all..    split    open    like    that.    ya    don't    think    it's--"                𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘.    𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖖𝖚𝖊.    𝖚𝖌𝖑𝖞.                "scary?"

[bnjmin]

@gurlrot “i told you not to look.” accepting.

true  to  form,  he  ignores  her  advice.  he  wishes  he  hadn't:  blood,  from  head  to  toe.  against  better  judgment  he  touches  at  her  arm;  his  palm  is  tacky,  now,  from  redness  half-dried.  it  transfers  the  color  to  his  skin,  staining  it.  and  her?  she's  fine.  unscathed,  it  seems,  from  a  lack  of  any  physical  signs  of  hurting.  that  begs  a  question  he's  not  sure  he  wants  the  answer  to.

[gurlrot-a]

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔    𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕    𝒉𝒐𝒘    𝒊𝒕    𝒘𝒂𝒔    𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅    𝒕𝒐    𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏,    not    with    her    covered    in    the    blood    of    a    fresh    kill    with    her    teeth    still    aching    from    the    gnawing    of    bone.    there    was    a    plan    set            (    𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎    𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎    𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔    𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜    𝚊𝚐𝚘    𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗    𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚍    𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍    𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐    𝚑𝚒𝚖    𝚠𝚊𝚜    𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐    𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.    )            but    sometimes    life    has    other    plans.    she'd    be    distracted,    lost    in    the    rose    color    of    spending    real    time    with    him.    𝖓𝖔𝖜    𝖎𝖙'𝖘    𝖆𝖑𝖑    𝖗𝖊𝖉.            "ben,    i---"            for    once    in    her    life,    she's    speechless.            "don't-"            a    swipe    at    his    hand,    the    transfer    of    ichor.    he's    coated    in    it,    red    sticking    to    his    fingerprints.            "it's    not    mine."

[boriys-a]

@gurlrot sent: “Time to atone for your fucking sins.”

While Boris was well aware that Riley could be a vicious little thing and wasn't just all talk, he couldn't hold back the laughter that burst out from seeing her standing there with her tattooed arms crossed, staring up threateningly at him from him beneath dark and full eyelashes. Given that she was five-foot-nothing, Boris easily towered over her, his gaze dropping and finding her own. His grin grew a little wider, an eyebrow arching to wordlessly question her.

❝ So-big words for someone so small! Like being threatened by a cute and tiny little mouse. Hah! What are you going to do, кукла? Douse me in holy water? Exorcise me back to hell? Pfff. ❞

[gurlrot-a]

"so    big    words,    meeehhhhh~"                𝒂    𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈    𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆    𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅    𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅    𝒉𝒊𝒔    𝒐𝒘𝒏    𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔.    it's    not    her    best    imitation    of    his    accent,    but    it    gets    the    point    across    well    enough.    she    looks    up    at    him    with    that    glint    in    her    eye    he    knows    all    too    well    ;            (    𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖗𝖞    𝖆𝖓𝖉    𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖚𝖘,    𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓    𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍    𝖙𝖍𝖊    𝖒𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍   𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙    𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘    𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒    𝖙𝖍𝖊    𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘    𝖔𝖋    𝖍𝖊𝖗    𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖍.    )                    "a    tiny    mouse,    huh?    what's    that    make    you,    a    fuckin'    giraffe?"                    challenging,    playful.    she    bites    down    on    her    lip,    stands    on    tip    toes    to    get    as    close    as    possible    to    him,    only    to    whisper    to    really    make    him    listen.                "what's    that    sayin',    baby?    the    bigger    they    are...    they    harder    they...    fall?"                barely    enough    time    between    the    moment    that    final    word    exits    her    mouth    and    the    second    she    shoves    him    down    over    the    arm    of    the    couch    to    be    welcomed    by    cushions    upon    his    fall.                    "how    d'ya    like    𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼    𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚂,    big    boy?"

[laidbear]

𝐍𝐎. he didn't want to, but he would if that's what it took to get the . . . attention, he deserved? no, not attention, not this time. this time, 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃 was the goal, and even bear knew that a blowie ( spectacular or not ) wouldn't have gotten him the reaction he was after ; which was a shame for the man in question, because 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑 hadn't been an overstatement.

before he had the chance to defend ted's honor, bear had rolled paper in hand, giving it an over-dramatic once over all so that his eventually thumbs up would carry some weight. sadly riley's undoubtedly great, possibly even artful work couldn't have been wasted on a more deadpan audience.

＂have you seen 𝐠𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐝?＂

[gurlrot-a]

𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒇𝒖𝒍    𝒊𝒔    𝒂    𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅    𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕    𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔    𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆    𝒊𝒏    𝒕𝒉𝒆    𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒆    𝒐𝒇    𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈    𝒐𝒏    𝒕𝒉𝒆    𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.    if    there's    one    thing    riley    could    do    without    ever    hearing    again,    it's    bear    talking    about    exploits    with    someone    that    isn't    her.            (    𝖇𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌    𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘    𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍    𝖔𝖋    𝖆    𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖙    𝖎𝖘    𝖊𝖝𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌.    )            his    thumbs    up    garners    a    soft    string    of    giggles    accompanied    by    a    happy    dance    before    she's    reaching    for    the    lighter    on    the    coffee    table    to    spark    them    up.    such    a    shame,    because    she    really    had    picked    such    pretty    rolling    papers.                "hello,    is    that    english    or    short    fa'somethin?"                she    cackles,    puffing    between    watching    his    expression.                "also,    it's    prolly    a    given,    but    no.    i    don't    even    know    what    that    is,    babe."                    𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎    𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚜,    𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚜    𝚘𝚏    𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜    𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎.    she    offers    him    a    drag    with    the    press    of    her    fingers    hovering    over    his    mouth.                "s'girl    scout    cookies.    yum."

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[laidbear]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 & 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧, nose came to scrunch as riley spoke, annoyed at the fact that she seemed to be choosing sides ; but not willing to deny what was obviously the truth.

＂oh, they care about how they're LOOKED at now? how 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜. y'know, if he wanted to fuck me he wouldn't care how i looked at him, YOU can make any stank face ya'want and nobody says a damn thing. 𝙈𝘼𝙉, i gotta start looking for someone who's real hard up for dick. even the playing field a little.＂

[gurlrot-a]

𝖆    𝖘𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖙    𝖔𝖋    𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗    𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘    𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒    𝖍𝖊𝖗    𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊    𝖔𝖋    𝖙𝖍𝖊    𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍    𝖆𝖘    𝖙𝖍𝖊    𝖙𝖎𝖕    𝖔𝖋    𝖍𝖊𝖗    𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖊    𝖜𝖊𝖙𝖘    𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌    𝖕𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗.            "y'wanna    fuck    the    dealer    now?"            he    knows    just    how    to    make    the    possessive    thing    in    her    reach    out    and    stretch    it's    claws.            "he    ain't    much    ta'look    at,    but    at    least    he'd    give    us    a    discount,    mm?"                (    𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍    𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅,    𝒔𝒉𝒆    𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔.)            considering    the    fact    that    her    cheeks    are    now    kissed    pink    and    she's    sat    up    to    focus    a    little    more    attention    on    the    rolling    of    their    joint.            "pick    a    movie    or    somethin'.    i    can't    watch    any    more    chopped    or    m'gonna    dive    head    first    off    the    balcony.    ted    allen's    voice    s'like    that    guy    in    ferris    bueller."                the    poking    of    her    tongue,    a    giggle    before    she    lifts    the    joint    between    them    and    proffers    it    to    him    for    inspection.                "𝚖𝚖𝚖?    𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢𝚊    𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔?"

[gurlrot-a]

time    is    a    funny    thing.    𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔    𝒊𝒕    𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕    𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆    𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕    𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉;    𝒊𝒕    𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔    𝒃𝒚    𝒊𝒏    𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚    𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘    𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔    𝒐𝒇    𝒂    𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌    𝒕𝒐    𝒕𝒉𝒆    𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕    𝒐𝒇    𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈    𝒐𝒖𝒕    𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓    𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅    𝒐𝒇    𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚,    and    then    other    moments...    you    blink,    and    it's    all    over.    riley's    not    sure    what    all    has    happened    in    the    time    between    now    and    the    moments    she    and    letha    @godfre    were    sharing    a    bedroom    back    at    school.    she'd    always    thought    the    two    of    them    had    been    tied    together    by    some    string    of    fate,    but    they    seem    to    have    gotten    a    little    tangled    up    since    then.    (    𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗    𝖆𝖑𝖑,    𝖔𝖓𝖊    𝖔𝖋    𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒    𝖎𝖘    𝖕𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌    𝖆    𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗    𝖓𝖔𝖜    𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊    𝖙𝖍𝖊    𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗    𝖕𝖆𝖞𝖘    𝖍𝖊𝖗    𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙    𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌    𝖙𝖎𝖙.    )    she    watches    her    friend    quietly,    the    overhead    shop    speakers    crooning    out    some    dave    matthews    throwback    while    the    gentle    scratch    of    clothes    hangers    shuffling    on    a    rack    serve    as    background    noise    between    conversation.    "whaddya    think    about    this    one?"    she    smirks,    holding    up    a    bright    pink    crop    top    adorned    with    a    lopsided    heart    and    the    word    '𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕'    scrawled    along    the    bust.    "think    i    got    a    skirt    at    home    that    would    match."

[caniners]

*smooches ur forehead* mine <3

*grabs u by the throat, shoves u up against the wall* mine. mine. mine

[gurlrot-a]

riley    is    a    massive    fan    of    tattoos.    from    her    very    first            (𝚊    𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎    𝚊𝚗𝚍    𝚊    𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎    𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐    𝚑𝚎𝚛    𝚑𝚒𝚙    )            she    has    continued    her    collection    to    include    over    100.    though    not    all    of    them    have    meaning,    she    loves    them    all    the    same,    even    ones    that    have    stretched    and    faded    over    time.    she    is    a    big    fan    of    black    work,    and    only    has    two    or    three    tattoos    that    actually    have    color    -𝒕𝒉𝒆    𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕    𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚    𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈    𝒕𝒉𝒆    𝒕𝒘𝒐    𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔    𝒐𝒏    𝒉𝒆𝒓    𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕    𝒊𝒏    𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒚    -    𝒓𝒆𝒅    𝒊𝒏𝒌.    piercings    are    also    a    favorite    and    include    :    navel,    nipples,    nostril,    septum,    tongue,    the    webbing    of    her    tongue,    vertical    hood    and    too    many    along    each    ear    to    name    individually.

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iiiiiiiin    this    corner,    𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌    𝖆𝖙    𝖆    𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖉    𝖋𝖎𝖛𝖊    𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖙,    𝖙𝖜𝖔    𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘    𝖆𝖓𝖉    𝖜𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌    𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖝𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖞    𝖔𝖓𝖊    -    𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖉    𝖆𝖓𝖉    𝖙𝖊𝖓    𝖕𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖘,    riley    delucaaaaaaa!    (    𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛    𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝    𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚗    𝚘𝚏    𝚑𝚎𝚛    𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐    𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖    ).    she    stands    proud    as    she    takes    her    stance    across    from    him    in    the    living    room,    all    couches    and    furniture    pushed    to    the    side    for    this    very    occasion.    "alright,    the    rules    are    simple.    no    hittin'    the    face,    an    be    weary    of    th'girls."    yes,    she    means    her    tits.    "this    is    a    𝑾𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮    𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯    -    not    a    fuckin'    jail    fight.    you    elbow    me    an    i'll    crush    ya    nads    with    my    bare    hands,    capiche?"    she's    gotta    tie    her    hair    up    for    this    one,    twist    it    in    a    bun    at    the    top    of    her    head    so    @laidbear   isn't    tempted    to    give    it    a    tug.    "safe    word    is    𝑴𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑩𝑨𝑳𝑳.    let's    get    ready    to    rumbleeeeeeeee!"

[godfre]

ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ˢᵒ ᶜᵒᵒˡ . . . 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭.

* 𝐿𝐸𝑇𝐻𝐴 𝐺𝑂𝐷𝐹𝑅𝐸𝑌 + 𝑅𝐼𝐿𝐸𝑌 𝐷𝐸𝐿𝑈𝐶𝐴

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𝖘𝖍𝖊   𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖓'𝖙   𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖉   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖘𝖊𝖙   𝖔𝖋   𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘   𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙   𝖍𝖆𝖉   𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓   𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌   𝖍𝖊𝖗   𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖇𝖆𝖗,   too   wrapped   up   in   stealing   ben's   attention   more   than   anything   else.   but   when   wasn't   that   her   goal?   if   the   dress   she's   got   on   is   any   indication,   she   had   planned   to   look   good   for   him   and   him   alone.   that   fabric   clings   to   her   like   a   second   skin   as   she   twirls   the   straw   of   her   drink   around   watered   down   vodka,   babydoll   eyes   looking   not   at   the   crowd   of   the   bar   they're   in,   but   the   way   the   light   hits   ben's   face   just   right.            "mm?"            her   brows   knit   up   at   him,   head   turning   to   see   just   who   'they'   are   before   she   turns   back   to   @bnjmin with   a   smile.   𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬   𝐚   𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤   𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐰𝐚𝐲   𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭   𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞   𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧   𝐢𝐧   𝐡𝐢𝐦   𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭   𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.   leaning   across   the   table,   she   takes   his   hand,   opens   it   up   and   presses   it's   palm   to   the   warm   pink   of   her   cheek.            "yeah?   whaddya   gonna   do   about   it,   benny   boy?"

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"can't   imagine   why."     𝖞𝖊𝖘,   𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙'𝖘   𝖘𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖒   𝖜𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉   𝖎𝖓   𝖘𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊   𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖇𝖗𝖊.   she   looks   at   @laidbear   with   a   smirk,   nudges   him   with   a   gentle   prod   of   her   shoulder   against   his   own.     "think   maybe   it's   'cause   ya   give   'im   the   ole   𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝   𝐞𝐲𝐞   𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧   𝐦𝐮𝐠   every   time   he   comes   around?"

[sethkate]

365 Days (2020)