@divinityblooded (x)
--She lost her place. She was kind of too busy looking up, eyes affixed to the corner of a jaw, her dark green ones skating over skin over and over and over. She couldn’t actually-- think about much else. She can’t right now, matter of fact. She’s not a mess, sometimes. Especially when it comes to Glinda. With Glinda...? She thinks she could be okay, like, somehow, some way, someplace. She doesn’t know. (She’s also on an Ativan right now, just one, bottle casually palmed from her landlord’s medicine cabinet on the way out. And man, it’s such a fuzzy mellow.)
And her pupils are pretty blown, but it’s anybody’s guess whether that’s the sex or the drugs or the everything else. She tucks her nose into the med student’s neck, curved and comfortable, drawn in. Her hair’s so gold and Kitty thinks about it for, like, a million and one seconds. “I don’t remember,” she says, all light, and lazily blinks to nose along the tilt of her neck. To purr, a sound so casual. “What kinda stuff you studyin’ in that textbook?” There’s a genuine curiosity in her voice. (Glinda never treats her like she’s stupid. Matter of fact? Glinda thinks she’s smart. Which is fucked up and wrong, but hey.)
