[ embarrasment blooms, ugly & loud in the way it stains her cheeks and stings her eyes. so ridiculous. so UNFAIR. ] i can think— ..of a few reasons. now let go, 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒.
what makes you think.. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ (the hummingbird tune trapped in her pulse.. ⠀ he thumbs at it, ⠀ counting the fear–love–hate coursed per second — considering how it would take only one–hundred–twenty to make her his. ⠀ forever.) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ .. anyone else could ever hold a
dottie, ⠀ dottie, ⠀ dottie.. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ (wandering touch snares a fistful cascading raven, ⠀ craning the little lambs head back — so, ⠀ so far. ⠀ along tendons.. ⠀ sinew.. ⠀ dean’s stare dips.) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ are you jealous?
with a meat tenderizer 😋 also developing this soon into her Primary lore but she would have lost her leg at some point.. inspired by this photo of a pretty prosthetic i found ^.^
/ #pondering prime asset dottie, obviously nicknamed the waitress.. trial name would be named ‘last call’ and reagents are meant to speed through a run-down diner completing orders for patients while dot chases them down—
“ just hold on a little longer, @PlZZAWHAT, ” dorothy grits through her teeth, looping the gauze around his arm again & again. “ we’re almost there, okay? ”
he hasn’t answered to her three +plus greetings, seemingly off in his own world; dot steels herself before tapping on @cruuzsagrada’s shoulder. “ excuse me, sir? you work here, right? ” she asks, gaze flickering to pulpit.
“ just hold on a little longer, @PlZZAWHAT, ” dorothy grits through her teeth, looping the gauze around his arm again & again. “ we’re almost there, okay? ”