do not assume that i am a child because i wear flower wreaths in my hair. in the wintertime, their petals shrivel to reveal the obsidian bones of a crown underneath.
eyes FLICKERED towards littered hallway , teeth sinking down on bottom lip for brief moments . had just saved the world ! & was now UNSURE on going to a simple party ? seemed stupid ! a pause , letting a soft smile fall across features as she looked back at the redhead . ❝ yeah , i’ll be there . TONIGHT ? ❞ though something at the back of her mind told her NO , that she should be spending the night helping the citizens of angel grove , rather than off at some house party getting wasted . ❝ though if my mom HAPPENS to call , i’m totally not there . ❞ or if a giant wall talking face appears .
it was the small victories, really , small triumphs like this that brought a little light to her day . surprised , yet pleased of the other’s compliance to her request , assuming it would be a much harder feat than it was / though there were no complaints from rosie . adjusting her strap upon her shoulder more firmly she shifted her weight , which closely resembled a sort of lively jolt .❛yes , tonight at seven — if you need the address i can text it to you .❜the redhead hummed , a small roll of her shoulder as she spoke .❛just tell her you’re coming over to mine to study . . .always works .❜
❛king of hell . . . do i curtsy ?❜perhaps she shouldn’t be so quick to throw him a smart remark , but oftentimes her filter crashes & her tongue makes a mockery of her polite demeanour .
