you close your eyes and he is there, a masterpiece branded in perfect clarity onto the back of your eyelids. sometimes you look in the mirror and it surprises you that he is not there, too.
โ well? โ as if sheโs waiting for an answer, but sheโs patient โ a little too patient, that is. โ i thought itโd make you laugh, carm. โ
โ yeah, okay, wellโโ โ gesturing mid-air as his rebuttal starts to trail off uselessly. the lighter slips back into his pocket, shoulders drawn up. โ sue me for thinkin' you'd have somethin' helpful to say. โ
her eyes roll once he shakes his head โ the lighter pointed in her direction, this jovial expression painted on her face. โ fuck me? ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, i canโt believe you fell for that! โ
her facial expression is completely serious, her lips twitching into this widened grin as she starts laughing quietly โ then loudly. โ iโm just messing with you, carm. โ
pauses. then, raising his brows in the midst of studying her face, another short laugh. โ you're fuckin' with me. right? fuckin' โโ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐? โ
there it is ; the corner of his lips twitching upward. โ i read that if you snap your fingers โฆ itโs ๐ฌอ๐ฎอ๐ฉอ๐ฉอ๐จอ๐ฌอ๐อ๐ to help, like some sort of fuckinโ, reverse psychology. โ
// without saying too much & taking away from delโs experience, i had my own with this writer & the lewd lines were blurred ic/ooc as they asked for permission to jerk off but i thought it was ic. later, they mentioned they were sleepy because they nutted too hard or w/e.