omg thank you so much to @the-real-rg for tagging me! this one seems fun :> my words were: brilliant, home, yellow, and wardrobe
“Sure, sharpshooter, somethin’ like that.”
Micah frowned, because that was a remarkably vague answer to what he assumed was a straightforward question. He was going to point it out when Kai turned to look at him with a bright smile. Some of their hair had fallen out of the ponytail and framed their face in brilliant, shimmering locks. With the sun behind their hair, Micah could see glints of lavender if he looked hard enough.
His stomach swooped and and he forced himself to look away. He knew his cheeks were heating up, but he did his best to ignore them as he sped up his pace toward the bar.
“Mama,” he whispered, a quiet, desperate plea.
“Won’t you come home?” she asked anyway. “Just for a little bit! E-even just an afternoon would be okay. He misses you. We both do.”
The tears gathered on Micah’s lashes before he could try to blink them away.
“Myszok, please, you know he doesn’t--”
“I can’t, Mama. I can’t.”
Kai sat up in the bed wearing a pale yellow hospital gown with bandages peeking out from the top. Their hair was down, and a little messy. Pale lavender waves fell over their shoulders and hung in their face. But they looked good.
“Okay, what the fuck,” Callie said, breaking any building tension there might have been and addressing the room’s elephant directly. Kai shrugged with that grin of theirs. The one where they clearly knew more than anyone else.
and nothing for wardrobe!!
i’ll go ahead and tag: @elliewritesstories , @incandescent-creativity , @katabasiss @vhum and anyone else who wants to!!!! ((if you want obvs no pressure!!!! )) your words are perfect, shatter, dust, and run