ㅤ ㅤ 𝒪.

hold still, i'm just trying to make sure you didn't get nicked by it, since it was going for your face.

oh..hi? don't mind this.
          
          | she's got her silly button up undone because she hates wet clothes <3

“ what ?  never seen a facial scar before ?  ”

“ your music is  —  nice  ,  i guess .  ”

“ maldito cristo  .  .  .  i’m utterly  / exhausted /  .  ”

shush, i just..wanna lay on you, we're safe for the moment.

did you need to corner me like this? and the bright pink level?

*elizabeth didn't know how she ended up here or why she felt a mixture of anxiety and excitment swirling in her, but here she was standing in crowd of cheering fans watching a man she thought had disappeared from reality itself. she didn't even now why she took the time to try and make herself look pretty, was it for the man on stage or own way to make this feel any bit normal? she had no clue, but felt emotions she thought buried long ago bubbling up to the surface, watching him sing hearing those songs that used to soothe her be sung for thousands. it felt wrong to be there, to have her eyes locked on him, on his movements across the stage. their hands absentmindedly ran along a scar they had received in that mind numbing reality she was stuck in with her, one scar they actually enjoyed and loved, a scar she felt like was almost like branding of her time with him.*
          
          | silly little backrooms romance bleeding into recovered life

/ㅤㅤrealityslipped  ›  mindsbrand.

“ finally .  we’re alone  —  for now .  ”