( GROUND CONTROL TO PLANET NOVA? CAN YOU HEAR ME ? ) The stars are out of orbit , dancing in a collision of cosmic force, they fall from the sky landing in eyes no longer green but rather black holes of glittering substances.
It takes a moment for the words to register , between battling the pounding headache AND itch to crawl into a hole and wither away, she has spent the night IGNORING EVERYTHING AROUND HER. ( SOBRIETY LOOKS TERRIBLE ON YOU NOA. ) Relief floods her system, SHE WOULDN’T BE THE FIRST TO LEAVE, HOW BAD WOULD THAT LOOK? But this? THIS WAS REASON ENOUGH. ❝ oh god —absolutely I’ve been DYING to run away ❞ SATIN CLAD FINGERS wrap around an unsuspecting wrist. There is no grip, only the TENDERNESS and WARMTH TYPICAL FROM THIS BURNING STAR. She wanted to feel alive , WANTED TO BE VIBRATING WITH SO MUCH LIFE HER TOUCH WAS ELECTRIC. AND YET HER PRESENCE DRAGGED EVEN TO HERSELF.
❝ it’s so boring tonight huh? ❞ a sacred whisper from glossed lips to gods ears. ❝ I think I enjoy these things better when people are ripping each other apart ❞ A JOKE, IT SHINES ON HER CANINES IN A DIAMOND GRIN. there’s a laugh included in the mix, a half hearted giggle to falls on the murmuring crowd as the navigate the linoleum floor of FALSE friendship and ACQUAINTANCES NOT EVEN SHE—BRINGER OF LIGHT, MAGNET OF WARMTH—COULD SAVE THE IMPENDING SPIRAL OF NOTHINGNESS. ( EXCEPT
YOU, @etencore , PROPOSE A HAND THROUGH THE DARKNESS. WILL YOU JUMP WITH ME FROM THIS SINKING SHIP OR WILL WE GO DOWN TOGETHER? )
❝ WHERE SHOULD WE GO ANGEL ? ❞
