devil’s water.
“you could take advantage of me maybe, when i’m drunk” @infed
the night feels ripe with the dark premonition of mischief. she can hear the leaves crackling underneath her feet like bones, rattled out of their homes by the sweet kiss of autumn and left bodies on the ground. the thing about forests is they can keep your secrets. the trees won’t tell on you to the dorm inspectors. the trees won’t judge you with glowing, big eyes.
she can sense that he’s dragging behind, so when she turns to stick her tongue at him, she does it with her hand outstretched and shaking a bottle of cheap honey whisky. “come on, keep up!” her laugh sounds giant when it’s this quiet, but she doesn’t mind.
seol likes being boisterous. it’s practically her reason to live.
by the time they reach the clearing, she’s heaving. her cheeks are pinched rosy from the cold. she sits down on the grass, hands working to uncap the bottle, darting her eyes from one place to another far too many times. “i’ll take the first sip then.”
seol likes the burn. that’s familiar. tangible. a pain you can pin-point. “i’m an opportunist,” she notes, half-nonchalant, keeping the bottle close to her chest. above her, his silhouette blurs in the distant background of dimly lit trees. “you could take advantage of me maybe, when i’m drunk.”
she could take advantage of him sober too.
her smile is crooked from that point of view. overexposed. she tucks her hair behind her ear, and offers him the bottle. “then, drink.”
