@feralfrnzy stabbed: ❛ i don’t have to prove shit to you . ❜
you don’t, you don’t, he never did, but she knew he would. she’s all teeth sunken into her own lips and boney fingers firmly grasping his collar, decaying gaze trained emptily ‘pon his own beneath a mask sculpted to her face as though it were a new home, second skin, and she’s grinning wryly through it all; his spitfire words, the way her hand gripped the collar of his jacket, her own self-indulgence as she shifted back to lift the bottom of her mask for it was only the two of them there and no prying eyes, calming cries to “ take it easy “, would settle this blaze ( worry bridged the glass casing of joey & susie far too often, julie found it endearing when it wasn’t annoying, scratching at her skin with a comfort she found too vulnerable to voice ).
she murmurs derisive truth through the sharp fog that pricked at her skin with a numbness she vaguely remembers, slurries of snow that shallowed the cabin near them, and she glances down at her hand, eases her grip ‘fore laying it to rest by her side, by her hip. so quick to grab, lash, bite, pull for the smallest scraps of attention ( all his, all theirs, the only people who’d ever see through her ). she’s cloying she knows ( embarrassing how quick she is to claw out, her own unconscious plea that she’d never say aloud : don’t leave ), there’s rage that burns in the pit of both of them, harsh words that threatens her to bite back with something meaner and yet she doesn’t.
she simmers down low, nothing short of annoyed though not quite the cruelty she’s so used to embracing when they fought. for all his anger that thrills her, tempts her to urge him on further, she doesn’t. all snide grins and easy mockery until she feels the suffocating swell of loss constrict her throat, the potentiality of it, tongue like lead in her mouth and she’s sighing, rolling her eyes, stepping back for once much to her own chagrin ( maybe she HAS been taking a page out of susie’s book, half listening to all her self - help bullshit, or maybe she’s scared for the first time since she’d met frank — but fuck that ).
❝ you’ve been acting like such a bitch lately — you want the cowards way out ? fine, it’s on you. ❞ she pauses, all bark, all bite but that’s not what she wants. hand taps against her leg and she shifts, watching him without seeing, caught up in her own mentally fucked party.
❝ listen, if it’s that much of a big deal, then fuck, i’ll drop it. don’t come crying to me later. ❞
