#s. abernathy.

[bavardant]

' this ends now, stella. all of it, it's over. ' / duncan.

   the sound is a storm, rumbling laughter rolling in like thunderclouds and merry amusement tinkling like rain.  what a strange juxtaposition - the nonchalance of her expression against the stern turn of his.

   “ oh, honey. “  it’s like being in elementary school all over again with the way she speaks, her tone as patronizing as can be. was it pity or cruelty?  “ this isn’t over until i say it’s over–– and i’m just getting started. “

[bavardant]

‘ do i seriously have to wear this ? ‘ / samuel >:(

there’s laughter on her tongue ,  a sound with thesemblance of a song .  it’s delicately weighed ,  velveteen and amused .  sugar poolsbehind wisdom teeth and honey guides her smile  ( though the light never quitereaches her eyes ) .  “ of course you do . “  amusement threads betweenvowels and strengthens the curl of c’s .  seated upon granite edge ,  sheshifts closer ,  a lissome figure draped in ink .  they’re a stark contrast  –  she invintage marchesa and he in pretty little bomb vest .