#1997x

[dcllfang]

“i was going to ask you out... until i saw that.” ( from luc moreau )

; — JEALOUSY PROMPT🩸

The SMILE curling her GLITTER GLOSSED mouth seems almost PREDATORY — LIONESS SHARP IN THE DARK. Her pert nose CRINKLES playfully at him, rippling the constellation of freckles along the apples of her cheeks.

HE MUST BE REFERRING TO THE MAN SLUMPED BEHIND HER IN THE BOOTH.

The SHIMMER of her mini dress sparkling in little RAINBOW jets of light as she slides in front of the body, tongue curling along a now BLUNTED CANINE in THEATRICS fit to AMUSE some ANCIENT KING.

❝He's just sleepy, promise,❞ she murmurs with a LAZY flutter of her thick lashes. BARBIE PINK CLAWS float through the air in a deliberate SEARCHING gesture, ❝too many drinks an' too little time, you understand.❞ The shiny NOD of her ANGELIC head catches the club lighting like a HALO.

SHE REFUSED TO APOLOGIZE, she'd watched him BRUTISHLY bully a bartender into HIDING in the back merely thirty minutes prior.

❝'sides you wouldn't wanna go out with me, I gotta get him home.❞ A HONEYED LIE, practiced and PRETTY and perfect.

[hatigave]

@1997x anna-marie & honey : sender brings receiver a plate loaded with food they didn't ask for at a cookout.

an  eye  for  an  eye  is  old  wisdom.  something  still  stuck  between  their  teeth,  like  a  hunger  that  they  never  got  to  satiate.  their  hunger  will  kill  them  before  long,  this  they  know.  after  all,  such  is  the  way  of  shifting  grumbling  stomachs  and  a  fast  metabolism  that  even  the  fastest  man  or  animal  couldn't  outrun.  that  is  why  they  stare  at  the  plate,  presented  like  a  waiting  prey        ⎯⎯⎯       like  a  flightless  bird  with  the  head  bitten  clean  off.

honey  tilts  their  head.  presenting  the  curiosity  of  a  dog  or  the  wonder  of  a  cat  to  rogue  with  a  single  raised  eyebrow.  feels  half  the  need  to  repay  the  favour  of  the  hunt,  but  swallows  it  back  down  with  a  soft  ❛ thank  you  ❜  by  forcing  it  around  the  perpetual  lump  named  anxiety  around  people  stuck  in  their  throat.  ❝  so,  uh,  do  you  do  this  often,  gathering  around  a  slaughtered  carcass  being  prepared  in  the  open,  or  is  this  a  seasonal  habit,  like  the  way  trees  get  dragged  inside  during  winter  ?  ❞