#luckersnwalsh

[heartplead]

💢  iris  picks  walshie  up   &.   carries  them  over  their  shoulder .   --- ft.  @luckersnwalsh .

   TRUST ME.  famous last words.    oh,  how genuine they sound,  but look at that smile.  hanging off her like it’s ready to slump off her cheeks entirely.    iris’ eyes are bigger than she can tell,  her laughter more infectious than she can know.  but something allows iris to attempt the unattemptable ---  walshie did give consent,  right ??   too late now.  half way held,  with iris’ bent  ( and wobbly )  knees rising with her friend’s FULL WEIGHT,  somebody assumes feat:    ‘ i told you i could do----- ‘    WAIT.  SPINNY VISION.    why did she say she could do this again??   (  was it merely because walshie challenged that she couldn’t ??  ) .         &.  the amusing thing to any outsider is how quiet it all is when iris buckles down to the floor;   there’s no scream,   the scene ODDLY SILENT,  no acknowledgement that what’s happening is really fucking happening.  but the aftermath??   oh,  the aftermath.

[wcmen]

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did (for winona!)

      another person put in their place. or in winona terms, another day. running a business and a secret society meant needing to own a backbone and then some. her venomous words could border on entirely cruel, but at least her quips were funny. “if you find that hilarious,” the brunette started with a prideful smile adorning her features, taking the other woman’s arm in hers, “then come with me. i’ve plenty to show you.”