#scribbled postcards (ask)

[changedbysong]

"so? did it help you?" - suzie

maia tilts their head over the coffee percolator, then immediately turns to look at her, their face brightening up.

"oh! the one that backup generator! yes yes yes. it's the immensely good. kicked it in the immediate, almost all before i was grabbed my lantern! will be sleep on the so much for easier."

[changedbysong]

now don't be shy. (cosmo!)

they're currently staring down at the bass in their hand, chewing on the inside of their cheek. they finally stammer out,

"...don't won't like doing my new stuff. messed me up sideways and in the middle first place."

maia takes a deep breath and reluctantly starts to play a dreamy, almost rippling bass line, their voice following after in perfect clarity.

"dredged up and driven to duty,

sworn to a dream i cannot understand,

i know that you can see right through me,

my face or my manner, how my rushing blood brands-

call me liar or honest, either way it's all true,

vengeance and fear, my heart's greatest devotion,

my voice is my sword, my armor, my noose,

the chain that drags me to the depths of the ocean."

[changedbysong]

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 : a small-town diner where the neon sign is flickering at the edge of the parking light. it's near empty and the air is heavy of grease and old coffee. -Engie

maia's unevenly painted nails drum thoughtfully on the table, tapping out nonsense patterns and drum lines that aren't cohesive yet. empty sugar packets litter the surface next to their coffee cup, and they have easily half a pie in front of them. they've cut off a slice of it and, on a spare plate, nudged it towards engie.

"it's in and-" they pause, cover their mouth with their hand, and swallow. "really good. think of that the cherries are different in washington, you and know? should could try some."

[changedbysong]

if time is meant for killing, why’s it killing me? -Engie

they flop down in front of their laptop, idly opening the music mixer program they'd been working on earlier.

"whoever will went said - only boring people get bored - an even absolute liar. raining, nothing to do, and of - no spark! nothing! not even - match's worth!"

[changedbysong]

i forgot all my common sense. -Engie

"still here have more than i do," maia replies. they're standing by the window, hand braced against the glass and peering out into the gathering night.

"mostly common sense. like in the - horror movie that logic, right? it's that. careful what and it's fine." they don't sound entirely convinced.

[changedbysong]

“ Who taught you that? ” -Engie

maia twirls the sword around their hands again, long fingers surprisingly adept for someone who otherwise seems so gawky.

"this and that? all me!" they brandish the blade proudly, a sharp-toothed smile on their face.

"...and youtube videos. but in besides that! taught myself."

[changedbysong]

“ Have you eaten yet? ” -Engie!!

maia pauses where they're about to test the bass guitar in their hands, and they have to actually stop and think. they hum, shifting their stance.

"i and um. hm." their eyes narrow. after a moment, they hesitantly answer: "i the had some coffee? when how i got up?"

[changedbysong]

“ How bad is it? ” -Engie :]

they wince, cringing as they start up the bike again to a loud splutter, then silence. maia sighs, dropping their head into their hands.

"and the nothing. again. hit the, uh... the gash too rough? someone went... accidentally axed it. heh."