#moribundinferno

[piper-aileen-lenox]

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{{me and Piper are fucking salty}}

“Did you actually spend a year writing that song for Mimi? Or was that some romantic bullshit you fed us? Because it doesn’t sound like it took a year. Or maybe I’m overestimating you…”

[sorry-i-ramble]

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Kazia gave a tentative knock on the lofts door. She wasn’t sure if the roommate she’s here for is here, after all Mark did tell her he would be working today. So if Mark wasn’t home that would leave Roger, which is fine! Kaz just hasn’t met him yet, sure she’s heard Mark talk about him so she knows of him. She just doesn’t know what she’d say if she met him. Which was weird because she knows how to talk to everyone. Kazia’s grip on the jacket in her arms tightened as she thought about how she’d introduce herself if Mark wasn’t home. Kaz shook her head and decided to just knock again and waited for someone to answer. 

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The weather was harsh; UNFORGIVING. Her worn-out sweater wouldn’t be able to keep her warm much longer as the usage was tugging at its seams. Thick cotton with an ink stain on its sleeve from when she STUPIDLY smudged her artwork a few years back. No one told her you dabbed, not rubbed. She could NEVER part with the article of clothing, though. Ruby had gotten it when she first entered high school. The memories were still FRESH in her mind, vivid detail of the hallways and even her locker combination. Calmer times. 

Her purpose for stepping into her friends loft was SIMPLE; just to drop off some coffee grounds Mark had REQUESTED. Well, not really. She made it an errand to get some for him and Roger since it was mentioned they were LACKING in it. While she couldn’t give them much more it just seemed GENEROUS to at least get them the caffeine.

Just as she was about to exit, the door was SHOVED open and LABORED breathing filled the usually silent home. Her attention is thrown into a COMPLETELY different direction as a voice calls out to ask if anyone else is presence. Their eyes lock and her own brown hues widen with evident SHOCK. Hesitant, but DETERMINED, Ruby steps forward to the former front-man. He’s quick to DISMISS his injuries and the TENSION in the room rises to boiling degrees. The heels on her boots clicked against the hard floors as she move towards him.

“I won’t tell him if you let me at least help you. Oh my god.... How did this happened? Did you get mugged or something?” Ruby didn’t have a CLUE what to do. Composure went out the window, she was filled with the RIVETING need to NURSE and HELP. For fucks sake she was more of Mark’s pal than Rogers. There had always been this LINGERING awkwardness between the two. The stars just wouldn’t ALIGN for them and each interaction created more STRAIN. There was no way to tell if there had been a MISUNDERSTANDING or he just plain didn’t like her very much. Sometimes, she thought maybe it was herself that created their RIGID relationship.