yellow jackets, season 1 prompts. @52troop
there is no blueprint for this. no comms, — no schematic that tells him how to stand or breathe beside a girl who is almost his and yet not at all and also smells really good. it's a paradox of closeness and distance sewn into every glance. she is a friend and half-step between laughter and confession. every word she gives him feels like the answer to a riddle he’s been asking his whole life, even when it’s something this simple: she loves the song he's playing in his new shitty car.
is he going to faint? he might faint.
boyhood is a restless sort of thing, all knees knocking under the table, all bitten lips and swallowed words. he is not yet a man with the language for love, only a boy clutching at phrases too small, too crooked to carry what he feels. beside her, nerves make a cathedral out of his bones, ringing with the tremor of almosts— almost brave enough, almost certain, almost hers, almost too excited to respond right back. ‘‘ .. really! -- yeah, no, totally me too! did you know, um, that the dude who wrote it did the riff by accident, like he dropped his pick and-- ’’ oh. conductor gone rouge, sketched lines in the chords. ‘‘ 'n and .. uh .. it .. riffed. -- ’’
right.
