@luckyfae
asuka takes a long sip of her shake – strawberry, to be precise – as she shoots a sideways look faye’s way. she kicks her legs out from under the bar stool absentmindedly, running her finger along the rim of the shake glass. part of her wants to stare at faye head-on, as if the truth can’t hide in plain sight, and the other wants to avoid eye contact, avoid asking questions, avoid the hard conversation. instead, she asks, ❝ so, what, you got royally screwed over by the universe, too ? ❞ the raise of her brow is doubtful. ❝ does the universe just hate pretty girls or something ? ❞












