#bohgboy

[rcvishing]

@bohgboy​ || x

        “Flea?” the whisper of sleepovers and rooms shared with siblings, trying -gently, gently- to discover something without becoming a nuisance. When he did not immediately answer, she hesitated. Then- softly, softly: “Are we ‘hollow’?”

[cindheir]

—    @bohgboy​  :    ❛    god  ,  it’s  brutal  out  here  .    ❜

“  not  a  fan?  ”    the  blonde  questions  him,  a  lingering  smile  present  on  her  lips.    “  is  it  the  uncomfortable  clothes  that  makes  you  sweat  as  much  as  cardio  or  the  buzzling  crowd  full  of  girls  wishing  that  were  them  and  guys  celebrating  that  it  isn’t?  particularly,  for  me  is  this  …  ugly  hat  that  I  am  expected  to  wear.  ”    giselle  looks  him  over  then,  tilting  her  head  to  the  side  as  she  assesses  him.    “  or  are  you  just  not  the  wedding  type  in  general?  ”

[loetise]

starter  for  @bohgboy​.

                            “        what    would    it    take    to    get    you    to    come    out    more?        ”            looking    defeated    with    a    pout    adorning    sweet    features,    although    she    had    managed    to    get    him    out    of    the    catacombs,    the    promise    of    a    party    luring    him    away.        and,    there    was    a    party,    she    hadn’t    lied    about    that.        but,    he    doesn’t    seem    too    happy    that    she’s    the    one    walking    him    there.        that    doesn’t    matter    that    much,    though.        he’d    cheer    up    eventually,    hopefully.        “        it    just    seems    so        …        lonely    down    there.        don’t    you    get    lonely?        i    think    i’d    go    crazy.        um,    do    you    like    that    it’s,    like,    dark?        i    could    get    you    an    umbrella!        i    have    a    pretty    blue    one    with    white    daises!        ”

[spheirrow-a]

❛   ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 :    flea   ( @bohgboy​​​​​ ) .

                ❝    If  we  both  stick  to  the  story,  they  can't  prove  anything.    ❞

[biteofwinter-archived]

* @bohgboy​ sent ❛ was your parent successful? ❜

in some way the storm outside lent itself to these sorts of deep conversations. reflecting often happened when one was stuck in one place for the foreseeable future. maybe that’s why alice hadn’t braved returning yet. she was soaked to the skin and shaking, but she had no where better or warmer to be. “you mean like as a person or in his plan?” she assumed he meant her father, alice couldn’t answer for her mother anyway. she didn’t remember her except in flashes and those were her secret.

“he was a prince,” and he never let his children forget that. “but no, i don’t think he was. hans is a bastard who hasn’t let go of his grudges. just like everyone else around here.” her tone is acidic, the frustration of being the youngest and the only one in her family to care about becoming something evident. “do you call that success?”

[biteofwinter-archived]

* @bohgboy​ sent ❛ did you have a cigarette? ❜

the blonde didn’t say a word, just nodded and began searching through her bag for a smoke and some matches. everything this side of the isle was a tinderbox so one had to be careful where they lit their fires or risk burning the whole dammed place down again. alice found herself against the side of a run down building, kept company by the rats and now another. a couple feet away, out of the reach of the wind that sometimes whistled through these alleyways was a stomped out cigarette, the slight smoke still in the air. 

“just take it.” she said, once she found the rusted metal tin that kept her stash safe in her bag. she offered one to flea along with a half empty matchbook. alice wasn’t looking for trouble, just a break before she slunk back to her little corner of the world.