#lola 002.

[silascodys]

for: @lolakelly​

where: thrill-o-ween 

“D’you think something like this this would make a good tattoo?” Silas asks, his chin tilted skyward to show her what he had requested from the face painting folks with a point of his index finger -- a glaring red line that ran vertically along the front of his throat like a slash mark. With a large piece already on the span of the back of his neck, he had intended to keep the front ink-free, but he’s been itching to add something drastic to the dozens of other pieces on his body. 

[laylabahiti]

@loladebelgique​

“i had a burst of energy today and went shopping,” she began, sifting through one of the bags on the table, “some of these were impulse.” layla took out a pair of gold leaf drop earrings. “i realized when i got here that these do not really suit me.” she held one up to lola’s ear, deep in analysis about how it looked. a fashion accessory, no matter how trivial, was a buffer to the eventual discussion of earthquakes and injuries. “what do you think? if you want them, they are all yours.”