@renastera: ‘ don’t you realize our bodies could fall apart at any second? ’
against the headrest , lays her raven - haired head , ceruleans fluttering shut &. scarlets shut tight . a strange feeling 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙽𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙴 . back of hand brushes past his , bodies both laid upon newly washed silk sheets . they’re soft , creamy , like soap against wet skin . and as he speaks , the zombitch allows herself to laugh .
❝ ( . . . ) what the fuck are you talking about ? ❞ head hangs back , cackle finally coming to an end . she props herself up onto her elbows , turning profile to her left , ceruleans narrowed &. nose scrunched up . watches him carefully , so that once her sight clears up to reveal a lying roman godfrey , she simply smiles . ❝ hey , look - ❞ she gets a little closer , ceruleans peering directly into emeralds . ❝ - your eyes are green . ❞