you hate her because she hid the rot better. because she’s dying better.
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“ that’s awfully bold for someone who will probably never see me again. ” moved onto lipstick, blotting the centre, “ rub them together. ”
"you are keeping me, though. as in, i don't think i want to leave anymore." words are slightly mumbled, almost lost, as she tries not to move too much and possibly skew the careful lines atop own skin. "i think you're someone worth staying for."
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“ oh? ” thumb wipes smudged stain, lip––liner takes to the edge of cupid's bow, drawing the curve; breath fans her face, two fingers tucking against chin to hold her still, “ don't let me keep you. ”
"not really. i was about to leave." digits furl around edge of sink, relaxed even with proximity, remaining still for the sake of other's artistry. "parties are not my thing."
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rummaging through purse. migraine tablets, keys, more tablets, before hands find lipliner and lip gloss. holds them up, uncaps the liner with teeth, mumbling, “ were you busy? ”
even with shortening distance, she does not shy from proximity, plush tiers parting slightly in lieu of sharp, quiet intake of oxygen. thank gods for willow, party was starting to get boring. "oh, i hadn't noticed. help me out ?"
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leaning in closer, and closer, and closer–––– doe––eyed, unaware, before she stops just before. squints “ your lipstick is smudged, hana. ”
does not expect to be tugged inside, orbs slightly growing inside as she finds the small of own back pressed against sink, knocking abandoned, empty solo cups in the process. "you don't owe me, seriously. glad to get you here safe and sound."
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immediately does she nudge her in, lock the door behind her––– instinctive, knowing that if she doesn't someone else would barge past and do so. “ phew. i went into at least two wrong rooms, earlier. thank you, hana. i owe you. ”
"hana." orbs drift away from stupid—looking spider—guy to companion, gaze softening before free hand rattles at bathroom's door knob, luckily finding said cramped space unlocked and empty. "ah, no people making out in here. we're in luck."
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stare lingers on newfound hero, curiosity glimmering in her hue. what a pretty gi––––  ahem! “ thanks. i'm willow, by the way. ”
hues drift towards said individual, expression morphing into distaste. the real spider—man would disapprove of this behavior. not that she knows or cares about who that is, ha . . . "yup, i see him. just keep walking, ignore him. i got you."
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“ i don't know. a guy dressed as spider––man. ” rich, she thinks, snorting as the words leave her mouth; doesn't shy away from the touch, albeit she does lean in slightly closer, whispering, “ to your left. see? ”
scowl immediately draws upon features, nodding firmly and in utter determination. she is not above punching someone tonight. hand instinctively falls atop small of back, guiding other towards bathroom door. "who is it ? the guy who is bothering you."
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only then does she release her grip, a slight flush atop the apples of cheeks. head turns to the left, down the hall, where she had just come from. “ um ... yeah, if you don't mind. there was a guy that way that kept bothering me. ”
hints of cherry and sandalwood, and a slight tinge of stray cigarette smoke, lingers upon other's tresses, almost distracts hana from the words that drift through loud ambiance. "the door to the left, down the hall. do you need help ?"
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leaning in, she blinks away the slight blurriness of her vision. “ yeah! i'm okay, just–––– sorry, do you know where the bathroom is?! ”
"all good !" is returned, voice raised to be heard above overstimulating music. gods, it won't be much longer before she departs, and never attends one of these again. light high—pitch of speakers is making damn parasite uneasy. "are you okay ?!"
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“ gwuh! ” —— hands tighten atop strangers’ waist in return, “ i’m so sorry! ”
hands release pom—poms in favor of steadying @primourdial 's step; she had almost crashed into her with a cup full of who—knows—what—it—is neon drink.
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‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑‍‍ ︎ ︎ ︎ ⌖ ︎ ︎ ︎ ᵀᴵᴹᴱ, retweeted
⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝗡𝗢 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃﹐ 𝓛ᵒ͟ᵛ͟ᵉ 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝒩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝖻𝖾 ◌݁𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞﹒
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‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑‍‍ ︎ ︎ ︎ ⌖ ︎ ︎ ︎ ᵀᴵᴹᴱ, retweeted
Replying to @primourdial
my gf told me to cum and when i did she said "i didnt say simon says" and started beating me up
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‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑‍‍ ︎ ︎ ︎ ⌖ ︎ ︎ ︎ ᵀᴵᴹᴱ, retweeted
"are you an angel?" "to some."
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golden boy still shines so brightly in her memory, in her hands now. doesn't separate far enough, speaks with her lips still pressed to forehead. “ i'm sorry. i'm so sorry. i was late. i promised you i'd be there. and i'll make it up
"i can't——" voice chokes within larynx, cut short by a sharp inhale. he must look so miserable. a carcass of the hopeful boy he used to be, dreams and aspirations so bright even the sun could barely compare. hold around own limbs tightens, unable to face her, ashamed.
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to you, i will–––– ” refuses to let talent die here, amidst strangers' eyes and unkept curtains, “ but i'm here now. you just have to look at me. ”
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preening under the attention, loveless as it may be. break up with me, if you want to.
unamused laugh caught between sigh, unsure of what he truly intended. unsure of where this will really go. kiss to top of head, cheek. ah, so should we stay like this, then?
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trembling palm smooths over blonde hair, cooing softly. bent at the knee, with no effort to unfurl him from where he crouches, only stopping the methodic stroking to lean forward and press her lips to the crown of hair.
Replying to @NIGHTLYECHO
body crumbles to the floor, seated, with knees quickly tucked into his chest to allow sweat—coated forehead a resting place. "i ran out . . ." he mumbles, coarsely. "i ran out, willow . . ."
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“ it's okay. it's okay. you're safe here. you're safe now. and–––– you've still got time, sori. you can go out again if you want to. ”
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