@badasshybridqueen ~ c o n t ‘ d !
as if it isn’t obvious. or maybe in some foreign place where her mind lingers it isn’t. maybe she doesn’t see herself being the effortless muse that stands before him in so much burning glory. maybe she doesn’t realize that she’s more living than he’s ever been. broken skin and a damaged mind had been his inheritance his whole life. yet here she stands, not quite healed but entirely different in regards to the rest of the world.
“ why else? “ he questions, his brows very lightly furrowing as she steps towards him. the room smells like chalk and dried paint. it smells like the after effects of whatever he’d allowed himself to be hooked on before he had found himself drunk on her. and it smelled like her - her and her and her. a drug onto herself. “ or maybe - “ he begins, his arms dropping to his sides then. “ - you already have. “
