#eva: thread.

[lullabiics-blog]

@wormkilled

         “   what do you think?”  

she sits, plopping into the plush seat. costume stores are the best... she wishes she could have experienced halloween. the long, over the top scarf that stretches from hand to hand definitely has to be the one thing her outfits are missing. she might take it.   “   oh!”  eva jumps back up, going to one of the clothing racks to pull out a shirt with a logo on the front.  “  what does this big ‘s’ mean? -- do you know?”  superman. it’s superman.

[lullabiics-blog]

@clockperks​  *

a boom-box has been gifted to her, and she stands on the wooden counter top of an old country bar, musing blaring. it’s music, she knows that much, but she’s never really heard it. it’s beautiful, it’s invigorating, and she just has to move her body.  her tight crop top, matched by tall black skinny jeans, paired (  of course  )  with high-heeled boots, seduce even the dead. 

          it’s not cautious at all ; in fact, it’s extremely reckless, all strategy out the window.  but it’s the best sense of euphoria, isn’t it? this buzzing energy through her body, the dead shuffling across the boarded floor, lining up at her feet. every so often one gets too rowdy, and she has to assert her dominance with a sharp heel to the head. hands wrap around the long iron bar hanging from the ceiling, housing the lights, and she sways her hips side to side.   “   come join me!!”  yeah, she sees you.