Jun 30
“ you're not going. ” it's not a suggestion, not even an order. if anything, it's a prophecy. she'll bring it to fruition herself, if need be. “ please, like you want to spend the night on some loser's dumpster dive couch pretending like you care about star wars? you're staying here. we'll make a night of it, drink wine that doesn't come in a box. even play boyfriend - girlfriend, like we used to. ” something dark briefly glitters in irises, something with teeth and an urge to sink them into all the places that hurt. “ you do remember, don't you? ”