❝ You’re her, aren’t you? ❞
❝ labyrinth meme / accepting
❛ what the fuck are you trying to say. ❜ both her hands rested on the bottom of her backpack straps as she looked up at the man. her eyes were DARKENED WITH CIRCLES and her body propped itself up on the edges of her shoes, almost as though she was trying to figure out a way to get out of this SUIT AND TIE type conversation. her head tilted to one side, and she almost lost the sunglasses that rested on top of her head if not for her hand jerking up to touch them, pushing them down. IT WAS ALL NERVOUS HABIT. she didn’t like the look of him, and she didn’t like how he acted like he knew more about her than she knew about him ( ———THANKS FOR THE MANSPANING, ASSHOLE. ). but she tried to keep her face natural, but her lips caused a little bit of a snarl. coney island rustled behind them in some sort of contemporary valley-of-the-ashes metaphor that felt as though it was a LITTLE TOO HEAVY HANDED. ❛ what do you want from me. ❜ // @stormakt