closed starter for @frequentbedfellows
the two of them are perched on cool early morning sand of the beach, sunlight making sully squint as the waves crashed in against the sand. it would have been beautiful, if every sound didn’t make his head thrum with pain. ssshhhhhh, another nail in his brain as he sat hunched over, arms resting on his knees. “i’ll never drink again.” he announces, face tilting up as he grimaces, the little loose bun of hair he’s made at the top of his head flopping back. “i mean it this time. jesus.” with that, he digs his heels in to the crumbling sand and then turns to look at his companion. olive shouldn’t get to look so beautiful even when hungover and yet... “are you hungry?”














