#*marisol&rose

[somethinginthedirt]

i'm not supposed to be talking like this. marisol rose

@vitalphenomena

she smiles, a patient little thing, hands clasped around a warm cup of herbal tea. served warm, of course, despite the blistering heat. they're tucked away from the sun, though; stealing a pocket of shade underneath the tall, thin trees.

a quiet busyness surrounds them. a few people steal glances in their direction, but never linger. marisol pays them no mind.

"nobody is listening. you can speak your mind freely with me."

[somethinginthedirt]

it must be my accent or something. - marisol and rose

@vitalphenomena

“mm. maybe,” she agrees. she smiles softly at rose. “we just don’t get many visitors around here.” she doesn’t mean desolation sound, really. she means her little parcel of the trailer park. many of her adherents live here too, neighbouring her home. they live in community; not many in the town find it appealing.

"can i offer you something? tea? i have all kinds."