── ❦ @-upthathill ,
{ to the untrained eye, dahlia doesn't seem to realize max spoke. her back is turned, her hands kept busy as she tracks the map of camazotz with one chipped black fingernail. it is a prodding of wounds she's yet to disinfect, the peeling back of skin that's grown over in patches rather than healed flawlessly, and with their freedom still at risk, dahlia is more inclined to dismiss a statement rather than keep it going.
in the same breath, max and el are one in the same. she can never deny them anything. } i preferred calling it the exposure room, { her voice is almost too calm with the force it takes not to prickle, memories, ghosts of what was and what still is the shadows fogging her mind. she knows better than to adhere to the entrapment of youth now, but the anger, the fear, still sits like a rabid animal chained to the pit of her stomach. } pero sí, they called it the rainbow room. we had color in there, some toys for enrichment. it is where we spent the most time together.
*/ idk how i feel about this reply, but. my girls !!