beforewecrash.
ellie visibly startles in tandem of his knuckles’ final pop, flinging her arms away from sides. what the hell? each pocket is placed under a critical inspection that turns up with handfuls of candy. lemon heads, sour patch kids, and tootsie rolls fill the cup of her palms. hunger pangs clench ellie’s stomach into a ball, darts an ache up and beneath her rib cage. skeptically, she peeks up at guy. ❛ how’d… what are you–? ❜
his mouth pulls down and to the side, eyebrows arching dramatically, shoulders lifting and drooping as if to say, who, me? what could i have done? innocence doesn’t fit him right, like an old glove from when you were three. mischief bleeds in through the cracks, pulls at the breaks in the seams. it’s a look that might have been be terribly, truly unnerving if he meant any real harm. ( he doesn’t. ) either way, the facade splinters, he gives in. almost.
his teeth flash in a proud, proud smile. ‘ can’t give away all my secrets. ’
