@feIIonblackdays face reddens, and she looks away. she bites down so hard on her lip, the taste of iron fills her mouth. these aren’t thoughts she likes to linger on for long.
she finally stands. “well, okay. i should probably get back home now.”
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gonna write out her full backstory at some point to differentiate the two versions of honey. also incase this hellsite locks me, my writers is @VULGARDARLlN and this is my discord
things i’m thinking of right now : 𝒇orgiveness, being held in a body of water, candlelight, bite marks, tangled limbs in the bath, a single rose, sharing a cigarette, hair tangled around a fist, how kneeling is 𝒆rotic, understanding as the highest form of 𝒊ntimacy.
@feIIonblackdays she’ll never ask. she’s the type to give, give, give but will never take for herself.
she’s tugging on her necklace again. “he thinks you’re all going to hell.” she shrugs, laughs nervously. “i’m not too sure he was right about that one.”
@feIIonblackdays “𝑐𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑠.” her nose scrunches up. “my daddy did not like y’all.”
eyes fall to the cigarette, and she desperately wants a drag especially because of this conversation. “i wasn’t feelin’ well this morning. i go every week, so it’s fine.”