when abra’s sleeping with fran she’ll sometimes wake up in the middle of the night just to move their hand from wherever it is to her boob and then go right back to honk shooing

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when abra’s sleeping with fran she’ll sometimes wake up in the middle of the night just to move their hand from wherever it is to her boob and then go right back to honk shooing
@likeorpheus sent ❛ listen, i'm sorry ... for your loss. for your losses, rather. ❛
Madonna cannot look at Francis without the backs of her eyes searing, blistering — as if the black suns of her gaze were sizzling one moment, and then the next? Quiet. A break in the culminating rage that was blocking her chest, the total emptiness that knocked against her womb like a swinging fist crashing into a door. Is anyone home? Is anyone home? Is anyone home? Madonna blinks, staring at Francis staring at her — they look out-of-place in Kerry's apartment. Her blistering rage is lost all at once. She is left with the confusion — the aftermath of an apology she had not anticipated and did not know how to interpret. She watches the Highmore. They look like they've been drinking again. After some pause — a haughty drag from her cigarette, features turning away from the other. She could not deny the burn of humiliation that coupled with Francis's eyes on her now. But she could say that it was the least of her concerns.
❛ ... Yes, well. ❛ Another drag from her cigarette. She's staring out the window, that block in her chest heavy. ❛ ... It makes sense, doesn't it? Maybe there is divine justice in the world, after all. ❛
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@likeorpheus [ cont. from here. ]
reggie likes it here. she likes the rush. she likes the chaos. the longer they walk, the voices grow distant, the music doesn't carry. all reggie can hear is the wind, and their hushed footsteps walking in synced stride. she expected it to be busy, but not many people liked to walk down the boardwalk at this time anymore. she found most tourists gravitating towards the pier, or renting bikes just to ride under the stars.
they were not tourists - she'd been walking this path since childhood. reggie used to skate nearby. she catches the glance francis cuts her way - it's not scrutiny, it's introspective curiosity. only it's a gentle look. it doesn't make her feel like such a freak.
she accepts the sandwich with a little smile - tepid, and endeared by the thoughtful act. she takes a bite. heavenly. there's a little moan that escapes along with the swallow, “divine,” she compliments ahead of their answer. she chews a little longer on her next bite. she's thinking about what to say. how to say it.
“what if i was born bad?”
reggie was born wrong. there was an ulcer in the shape of a person inside her, a tumor inside her brain, there was mold in her heart. there was someone else holding her by the base of her skull, guiding her brain. she was a puppet on a string anytime the melody lulled, anytime she fell asleep. sleep-deprivation was salvation.
staying awake meant staying alive.
“life if my body,” herself, her mind, her vessel, her husk, "is not my own.” she shared it. maybe she sounded crazy. they nudged against her sweetly. touch starved reggie continue to walk side by side, the occasional brush didn't make her flinch. it felt kinda nice.
small reminders anchored her to reality - they were real, so was she.
what was on her mind? an abscess, a small tear. only it was ripping her in two. she was torn asunder. she was half a person. she was half of two selves, not even half herself.
“i think there's something wrong with me.” reggie's answered her own question - she's resigned to it. she's watching the sun dip til spots speckle her eyes, “i love it here,” she says after a moment, like she can't relinquish to that vulnerability just yet. because it hurts. it stings. “i know it's cliche but this is still my favorite part of the city.”
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scout thrived off danger,it's what kept her feeling like things were real,when she felt true fear and danger around. she could tell when the vibes were off but francis wasn't giving off any bad vibes. they seemed pretty chill,and scout was glad for that. first beer in already got her socializing.
❝ got mine from abandoned places mostly. i explore haunted locations sometimes and find the coolest shit. ❞she plays with hers,spinning them around helped ease her anxiety a little. not that she was nervous she just had a hard time talking to others but the beer helped her out.
❝ man wish i could travel more. the only time i do is for work and that's boring. ❞she rolled her eyes with a sigh,sipping her beer like the dainty girl she is,she snorted at her own joke in her head and glanced over at francis,red cheeks heating up.
❝ sorry i do that sometimes. let me buy you one. the bartender here is super cool about me buying drinks for people so it's no problem. ❞
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august, in his hoodie and extra roomy jacket, rubs his hands together. (thievery? aw, he was gonna be a straight menace.) his copper eyes sparkle with mischief. “ francis. ” southern twanged whispers. “ what are we – ahem – borrowin’? ”
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IT IS UNCOMMONLY RUDE to snatch books out of people’s hands , especially strangers’ , but Gerry does it , regardless . Being in a bookstore again , however innocuous it might seem on the outside , puts him on edge , and he is eager to leave as soon as possible . His entire body is tense , jaw set , as he glowers at the person in front of him .
" Trust me , you don’t want this one , " he tells them , holding it up and away from them . " Not a very interesting read . "
❝ @likeorpheus / FRANCIS .
❝ BEEN A WHILE. ❞ HE'D ALLOWED HIMSELF to wander, and found himself in front of a familiar face. the night was dull, dark. he'd hidden in the shadows outside after the show, leaning on a familiar tour bus. not a SINGLE person stopped him, like they knew who he was there for. his hat is low on his face, but rian knows he doesn't have to make a big show of it, there's a curve to his lips.
❝ you've been busy. ❞ there's amusement there, a sort of comfort that only comes with the age of time. when had they last seen each other? was it years ago? longer ?
❝ didn' you say y'were tryin' t'keep a low profile? ❞