𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜.𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞3

𝐆𝐇☠︎𝐒𝐓
𝗮𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗵☀︎
𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈
sacramento,  ca

𝗜𝗜𝗜
      connies drawing a yellow haired dragon with black smoke fleeing from its nostrils. the dragon is upset, its got bright orange scales and the tail is pointed up trying to avoid the circle of fire surrounding it.

the dragons got a frown, its upset and fuming as its body is falling. its in a crouch position, slowly collapsing, the body is thick and wide and there isn't enough space to escape the fire. its scared, its nose flared up and the tip of its horns are ash colored because its becoming ash after being burnt.

its power is fire, that is its strength but, its strength seems to be the weakness that brings it all to an end as connie colors in all of the red. the red and orange color mix with the oil pastel crayons is melting into the paper perfectly, its drowning out the thin grey lines he used to shape the body of the dragon.

now that he's looking at his art he thinks he should add blue, a blue blue not the same as the grey and dull blue he's painted the sky with. so he traces slimy tears starting from the bottom eyelid and they drag near the dragons nose and will fade under the black smoke.

connies long and thick fingers feel rough as he holds his wooden pencil tightly, his index finger presses down onto the pencil as he draws the lines that will help him keep the blue inside the lines. the pencil makes a small crrt sound as it draws and he doesn't realize how much pressure hes adding until he goes to touch up the purposely jagged line and the led snaps.

its his fourth time breaking a pencil today alone and he doesn't know why it keeps happening but it's extremely frustrating. he throws the pencil across his room and it hits his closet doors, the snap makes him look up into the mirror. he views his reflection and makes a stank face before picking his phone and taking a picture.

he decides to put it on his story, and he makes sure his replies are on. for no reason in particular it just came to his head. though you paid it absolutely no mind so he had to go out of his way to text you.

you pause from enjoying your ice cream to check your phone, your fingers hold the cold ice cream container securely while you type a small one handed response before returning to your laptop screen and the movie displayed on it.

____________________

connie
wya
wyd

im home
eating ice cream
hbu

connie
ok
lemme come over

in my house?🤨

connie
yea

hmm
u ok w coming thru my window bcs u cant come thru my front door

connie
yeah

ok tell me when you're outside

connie
ft me

_____________________________

you leave that reply-less and call him and he's getting in his car, he sets you in the cup holder and you notice him put a styrofoam cup beside it. from your direction you can see his abs perfectly, each square in a cut line and you count for all eight.