#(rosalie.)

[prze-konania]

od nieprawdziwych uśmiechów, wolę te szczere grymasy

mówię o niej często źle, lecz ona wiele wybaczy

próbowałem od niej zbiec, lecz wcale nie chce jej stracić

Sanatorium - Taco Hemingway ft Dawid Podsiadło, Rosalie.

[constellink-blog]

@thxrnes

                             “...any reason you’re here?” it’s barely more than a mutter when it leaves his lips, yet with the eery silence and dark lighting of his factory, it seems as though he’s spoken far louder than he really has. his eyes aren’t exactly locked with her own, rather looking off to just behind her, yet giving the illusion he was making eye contact while speaking.

it wasn’t often the other frontier brains would come to meet him in person, since certainly phone calls sufficed in the contact division of work. but apparently not, considering a certain dark haired woman had strut her way into his factory and called out for him, having now disturbed his nanna nap, making orion just a little bit ticked off.

it be hard to notice if you weren’t good at reading him.

“...after all.. it’s rare i’m graced with another frontier brain’s presence...” he yawns, the lounge he’d been lying on suddenly far too comfortable for words, calling him back into the warm embrace of sleep. alas, with this woman here, he’d never be able to do that. “...so? got some sort of... news for me? or.. ah.. i don’t know. why would you show up.. instead of calling. it’s faster.”