WESTWORLD PROMPTS @ragefelt “ I’m not feeling quite myself. ”
music follows her around every room. even the garden sings, when she kneels onto soft earth. playing for her, filling silence with something sweet. when it is quiet, open windows allow birds to lilt their songs. when night settles, they are replaced with old vinyls. this night is no different. a pot with boiling water adds to the ambiance of her nature. and she pours a glass of wine.
when he says this, she isn’t surprised. he had been distant. staying closer to outer walls. his back to her at night. she didn’t pry, if she could help it. sitting on the arm of his chair, she drapes an arm along his shoulders. fingers pecking at loose strands of hair to delicately tuck them back behind his ear. ❛ are you okay ? ❜ she asks first, face twitching with muted concern. ❛ you know , you can talk to me about anything. or --- nothing . . . . . whatever helps. ❜
accepting ,










