#occultcreep

[flauna-blog1]

@occultcreep

          Tentatively, she dials Rahim’s number.

          ‘ Hey. Uh, I was just wondering if you wanted to, maybe  ---  No, it’s dumb. Never mind. I think I’m getting another call. ’

[flauna-blog1]

@occultcreep

The house smells like weed, covered by incense and sage, and she answers the door with a cigarette behind her ear and another in her hand. It’s been a long standing rule not to smoke in the apartment -- it’s small and poorly ventilated, the smell sticks to everything. But if you go long enough without sleep, you forget to care about these things.

‘ Oh. ’ Unexpected. She thought it’d be Flora, had half a mind to let her think she wasn’t home. ‘ Hi. ’

Hands shaking, she puts the cigarette out on the doorframe, suddenly embarrassed by it all.

‘ It’s - not really a good time. ’

[revivedsoul-blog]

   @occultcreep

   ❛   hey,   ❜   and she leans over to speak into his ear, so that she doesn’t have to shout over the music of the party.   ❛   do you have a lighter ? i don’t really smoke, but ... at parties, maybe i do.   ❜