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What if I hurt you, what if I leave you
What if I find somebody else, and I don't need you
What if this goes south, what if I mess you up
What if I break your heart in two
What if I find somebody else, and I don't need you
What if this goes south, what if I mess you up
What if I break your heart in two
She's been unable to sleep for nights now. Her body begs for it, weary in too many ways to count, but her mind, though equally thin, stays busy with thought and memory. It's unusual punishment for someone that otherwise finds rest easy, and that is its own set of shit to unpack. She perches on the edge of her bed, one leg pulled up against her chest as she stares at the floor where a moonbeam pulls away the dark with something silver.
She sighs.
The bed creaks as she's driven from it, slipping back into jeans and a shirt, tugging her hair to one side and combing her fingers through it a few times, more for the calm than the look. She steps barefoot into her boots, not planning to wear them long, just enough to get to the House of Midnight and back. She grabs a drink out the door, a shot of tequila to keep her company for the walk besides her own head.
- - -
She left word for Thorn with the barkeep, to come by when he's off work, if he has time. It'll be later, she imagines, later than this anyway, but she'll be awake still—of that she's certain. She leaves the door open, screen keeping back the worst of the summer bugs and the dogs on the porch keeping out the rest. She busies herself in her kitchen. Margaritas to start—something sour, always sour for her. Feels a bit classier than just clinging to the tequila, gives her more to work through too otherwise she's liable to keep sipping and be too drunk to tell Thorn a damn thing. Next, cookies whipped up from scratch, and after that...well she'll just keep finding shit to do until her friend rescues her or she passes out, either feels welcome.
Set a day or two before [PQ] Half of me wants a cold beer, the other half does too
She sighs.
The bed creaks as she's driven from it, slipping back into jeans and a shirt, tugging her hair to one side and combing her fingers through it a few times, more for the calm than the look. She steps barefoot into her boots, not planning to wear them long, just enough to get to the House of Midnight and back. She grabs a drink out the door, a shot of tequila to keep her company for the walk besides her own head.
- - -
She left word for Thorn with the barkeep, to come by when he's off work, if he has time. It'll be later, she imagines, later than this anyway, but she'll be awake still—of that she's certain. She leaves the door open, screen keeping back the worst of the summer bugs and the dogs on the porch keeping out the rest. She busies herself in her kitchen. Margaritas to start—something sour, always sour for her. Feels a bit classier than just clinging to the tequila, gives her more to work through too otherwise she's liable to keep sipping and be too drunk to tell Thorn a damn thing. Next, cookies whipped up from scratch, and after that...well she'll just keep finding shit to do until her friend rescues her or she passes out, either feels welcome.
Set a day or two before [PQ] Half of me wants a cold beer, the other half does too
What if I was made for you and you were made for me
What if I just pulled you close, what if I leaned in
And the stars line up, and it's our last first kiss
What if I loved all these what ifs away
What if I just pulled you close, what if I leaned in
And the stars line up, and it's our last first kiss
What if I loved all these what ifs away
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
