👁 , * @gohldfinch — it just hit me. it’s fucking tylenol. it’s nothing.
❝ really ? let me see. ❞ velvety plume of her eyes are shrouded by cow - lashes, where her stare rests unto his upturned palm — unspecified prescription bottle lethargically gleams in the light. NO NAME, NO DOSAGE. behind abra’s lids, there’s the image of theodore, where he rummages through an alien medicine cabinet ‘til he finds what he’s looking for : the pills inside clonk together, similar to that of a baby’s rattle, and from theodore [ . . . relief ? satisfaction for his find ? ], she isn’t sure. marigold bow of her lips puckers with blank regard, she’s as curious as a cat that’s stumbled across prey, SHE LOOKS UP TO HIM ,
❝ where did you get it ? ❞










