#bluvvone

[siksluv]

⸸ closed for — @bluvvone .

″   you   were   MY   SUN,   you   were   my   earth   but   you   didn't   know   all   the   ways   i   loved   you.   ″

[siksluv]

⸸ closed for — @bluvvone .

″  when   i   can't   sleep   at   night,   without   holding   you   tight.   each   time   i   try   i   just   break   down   &   cry.   ″

[siksluv]

⸸ closed for — @bluvvone .

″  tell   me   that   you're   happy   that   you're   on   your   own.   tell   me   that   it's   better   when   you're   all   alone   !   tell   me   that   your   body   doesn't   miss   my   touch,   tell   me   that   my   lovin'   didn't   mean   that   much   ...   tell   me   you   ain't   dyin'   when   you're   cryin'   for   me.   ″

[gckko]

         ›   continued ( with @bluvvone )

         perceptive was one way to put it, he thinks; and he huffs out a laugh, equal parts tentative and amused, before shrugging the question off with practiced ease. “ you could say that. my hearing’s a bit sharper than average, ” and isn’t that just an understatement, “ but everyone on my floor must have heard you. you weren’t exactly holding back. ” he adds, and maybe he was messing with her, just a bit — an effort to make the encounter feel a little less strange. he really should have thought twice before coming to her door. “ i’m not really familiar with any of our neighbors, to be honest, though i’m hoping that someone would come by if something happened to me. i suppose that’s why i checked in. ” the lie comes easily, centuries of having to pivot faster than he can blink serving as fallback. “ but i’m glad you’re doing fine. i’m arthur, by the way, just so you could say you know me a little bit better now. ”

[gckko]

         ›   based on this ( with @bluvvone )

         “ fuck, is that the pizza? i’m starving. ” he’s a little unsteady as he pushes past the other, grabbing the topmost box from the delivery guy’s hands and peering inside. “ this smells so good, man, seriously. can you get the bill? my phone is — ” he doesn’t know where he left his phone, is the thing, having lost track of it somewhere between the second and third edible. “ i have no idea where my phone is. but i’ll pay you back, come on, you know i’m good for it. ”