“why do i get in trouble when she fucking started it ?” / @driftse
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“why do i get in trouble when she fucking started it ?” / @driftse
tires spit gravel as he pulls in a little fast, the house unchanged from the day he left it. windows were sealed, paint dulled by years that had passed without him, and there was already a woman waiting on the front lawn. shit, he exhales to himself, his chest tightening because he was late, but in his defense he didn't want to be here at all. he was halfway out of the car, apology already forming, when the angle of her face caught his attention and made him pause. the clock suddenly dialed back until he was seventeen again with grass stains on his jeans and his father's voice in his head. he recognized her not as the talented art dealer his attorney had promised, but as liz from a few houses down. older now, but standing where she once hovered with a sweating glass of lemonade. " my flight was delayed. " his hand stalled midair, his name lodged in his throat. did he really need to introduce himself? " i got here as quickly as i could. " / @driftse
he'd come home hours earlier, sick of the night before it had even really began. angel could have as much fun as the next person, but sometimes being the only sober one when everyone else was so far gone, felt more like a chore than anything else. he looks up when he hears the front door, catches sight of her in the bathroom mirror a few moments later. " didn't think you'd be coming back alone. where's syv ? " \ @driftse
"got anything to eat around here ? i'm hungry ."
chin is cupped in his hand as the glare of the computer screen has him squinting his eyes , his inability to sleep leading him to do the one thing that'll never let him rest : work . gaze lifts from where it's trailing when he hears footsteps approaching , leaning back in his chair as he looks to yaime . ❝ what are you doing up ? ❞ asks , arms automatically opening for her .
" at no point did you think to yourself , damn this is probably a bad fucking idea ? "
text for @driftse,
[ angel → rory ]: you left your jacket here
text for @driftse,
[ brodie → baylen ]: i didn't say anything because i didn't want to argue