✨ ( Even though they haven't interacted yet )
Send ✨ to throw glitter at my muse
[[ No Longer Accepting ]]
Green sputtered at the random bout of glitter just dumped onto him. There was so much. So much. It was seeping into his clothes, into his pores. He was never gonna be free of glitter. Ever. Not for a million years. And it dumped onto the carpet, too. He was gonna be laying down literally years from now and see that little tiny glint of glitter out of the corner of his eyes.
He’d never be free.
But hell. It’s glitter. It’s glitter. He could rock it. “I live for this sorta shit.” He said matter-of-factly. “Actually, I want more. Where’s your glitter stash, Ethan. I want all of it.”














