hold slowly turns into an awkward kind of embrace when the other settles down. she’s not good at this, providing comfort, those days have long been gone, but considering the distress, albeit unintentionally, caused, it’s the least she can +
+ interrogate the life out of him. and then, something a little deeper. “ hiding in the shadows and behind notes and screens… it’s pathetic. i don’t like it, people being made to feel so small without a face to pin it all to. i +
studies the other’s face when she captures her attention, though brief. she looks like a zombie, in a way, only without the aggression and rotting body.
brows furrow——concern or confusion, she can’t place it——fingertips curling around +
grabbing @miseriesgarden by the back of outfit and lifting. “ didn’t i tell you to not gossip about my personal affairs? ”
* supreme trickster. retweeted
i’ve been seeing your ghost again. it has no intention of being gone, and i have no intention of letting it go.








