the sourness makes a home in his throat even before he feels the full impact of the collision. there’s something funny about that, about how his body knows even before he comes face to face with rei sato, of all people. the words slip out of her mouth without warning : “you again.” it’s followed by a step back. the memory of last summer threatening to fill in the space between them. why is it always you i find, after everything’s been said and done? it feels too intimate to say out loud. alena’s lips purse. what happened to you tonight that also happened to me? “go home, rei,” she settles for. her nails dig into her palms, both of them hanging loosely by her sides. “it’s late.” never mind that she’s still out here, too.
starter for . . . @pecadilloss ╱ out on the boardwalks, sometime after the events of the last plot drop but before dawn comes.