“ Is it going as well as you hoped? ” [ if i'm not a lazy dope, we can turn this ask-exchange into a thread??? ]
isn’t the answer to that obvious by the look on his face ? the way his eyes stay staring at nothing . mouth in a straight line , with teeth peeling off the dead skin of his lips ( failure . ash and salt . ) he swallows the bits . && * they quickly dissolve on the tip of his tongue . the flavour of his own self , reminds him of why kisses and affections glide over him . because he tastes like flames on limestone . fingers drumming his drink . the vibrations of bone against glass speaking in mores code . ‘ everything is FUCKED ‘ . he wonders if the others ears are ringing ─────────── with a sigh he lifts his gaze .
he has to say something . things will only get worse . max ( can he even call him that , is it allowed so early on in acquaintance ? ) will get tired of sharing a tense silence . the air around them feels like frozen needles . slowly beginning to prick them ; injecting their ice into the veins . warmth slowly escaping their bodies . . leaving just a COLD . a winter beginning to form in his stomach . there is snow . there is red in it . a grave made within the crevice of bone and thinning organ . his thumb brushes the exposed skin of his wrist . GOD . he feels as cold as the dead bodies in the back seat . ❛ i do not like , ah . messin’ up . ❜ whilst he meant to say it as a whisper , it comes almost like a sob . he shoves his drink toward MAX ; spilling it along the table . a puddle of regret and unsettling mistakes .
❛ so no . is not . . but yous goin’ to fix it . ❜
