#sinistersick

[grapefruitey]

from the touch starved prompts [ ... ] resting your head on their chest, letting the silence speak. // muse of choice

Hesitantly, Harper lay her head down on their chest. Tears were still rolling down her cheeks but now they dripped onto their shirt. The nightmare was fresh in her mind and she was still sticky with the panic sweat that always happened when her body was remembering the fire it escaped. But they were there, even with how damaged she was. Her body was tense, muscles tensed for an escape. Harper hadn't meant to intrude and that feeling, combined with her adrenaline system still pumping, meant that she was ready for them to kick her out and away. Waiting to be alone again.

[loveshard]

continued from estefanía's open starter (@sinistersick)

She turned the map upside down, then sideways, and then, after peering at the horizon with a hand to her brow, she pivoted, scanning the pumpkin patch that radiated out from the scarecrow's post, careful to avoid stepping on the decorative hay bales. "But how can you tell? There's not, like, a north or south on here," Stefi said, looking at Joel for confirmation. "The scarecrow is literally the same wherever you stand. Unless—wait. Do you think the farmer just rotates him once an hour to keep us guessing?"

[mndstom]

closed starter for @sinistersick

It feels like a knife was shoved into her chest when they said the words she didn't expect to hear. "You like someone?" Chloe tries to sound excited for them, even forcing a smile to tug on her lips.

[fauxpunks]

closed starter for @sinistersick / based on / sc

"oh.... um, i'm flattered that you would say that but, um. goodness. i think... i think i'm a lot older than you."