silhouette;

Anna Moon. Stood at the cold face, stood with our backs to the sun. I can’t remember being nothing but fearless and young. We’ve become echoes, but echoes that fade away. We fall into the dark as we dive under the wave (I heard you say) Devil’s on your shoulder, Strangers in your head. As if you don’t remember As if you can’t forget. It’s only been a moment, It’s only been a lifetime, But tonight you’re a stranger Some silhouette.

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“Jason,” Anna tried leveling with her toddler, “you’re going to be a ring bearer, not a ring bear.” She flicked her gaze towards the present company, though an amused smile almost gave her away. “Right??”

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tiredshouldered.

“Dragged? You having that bad of a time?” James teased before tilting his head toward the direction of the ferris wheel, wrinkling his nose. “Why can’t people just let things have their own sort of magic. Bumper cars it is.” He turned his body around to face Anna, walking backward, his lips playing at an impish smile. “So long as you don’t mind me demolishing you.” The arrogance was a farce, but there was nothing wrong with a little, healthy fun competition. 

"Drag me further,” Anna griped as she splayed herself out on a patch of grass. “Do you want an arm, or an ankle? Take your pick,” she extended them both for the taking. She craned her neck towards the ferris wheel once more, letting her appendages come down to rest with a sigh. “Because fuck things happening organically,” she huffed, but flicked her gaze back towards James in search of a reaction. She perked up when he started walking, and scrambled to her feet when the challenge was issued. “Bring. It. ON. Race you there!”

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❝ You’ve dragged me this far, but I am not going on the ferris wheel -- that thing reeks  -- in a good way -- and we both know what that means. how about bumper cars?? ❞