| FINE ---- But Go Get Her Moldy Sandwich Before Oleg Fills It With His Special Sauce. & Then No Bitch

📎|  “ FINE ----   but go get her moldy sandwich                                   before oleg fills it with his special                                   sauce.  &  then no bitch is getting                                       her money.   “ 

           ❛  ————  I’m still not doing HER.  ❜

@agcntstarbuck

💔 | “ so  ---------------- WHAT     AM     I                              go on.     i’d love to hear. “ 

💔 | practically nose to nose //  actually nose to nose.    nostrils flaring ever so gently.scent not sugar infused nor reeking of the adventurous sort, or rot of undead.  something new entirely, something soft    & floral but  not on the body of a matching plant.  or nature witch.  a shift back. IT SPEAKS.  she speaks. assuming she.  e c h o         “ hello. “    a glance to exposure, silver & sapphire orbs settling on scars. was this volcanic,was this the remains of lava years since drained  & cooled. a touch, simple, fearless - to shoulder.  alabaster skin. no crackle, no heat. but a pulse.  boom. boom boom.                          “ you are a human. “ 

She feels her shoulderblades pressing constantly against the wall behind her. Swallows, hard. You don’t have to be scared. This person is still floating.

(Don’t be afraid just because something seems strange. What if she doesn’t understand you, too? She? Is this she? It sounds like a woman, but she doesn’t– isn’t sure– there are pointy– teeth and she thinks– is– a woman? Seems to be, but– floating–)

Sprechen! That’s German! Faint smile. Mechanical rasp of a laugh, hard, torn up from her diaphragm. Feels like a bubble popping.

Nod. Breath. Nod again.

She kneels a little forward, willing her heart to slow as hands shake, palms touching the floor, like a curious kitten, to kneel closer to the person close to her– practically nose to nose. Blink. Comforter falls off a shoulder, so does the men’s button down, sloppy, scarred, porcelain skin.

“Hell– Hello.”

lets       R E M I X                                         this     business .     ♪ ♫ ♩ ♬ ♭

➸ |“ well i am sort of from a   (    fairytale   . )             though    your world    seems to spin it             in a way that makes me INCORRIGIBLE. “  so much TENSION was apparent in body, in  mind, in muscle so very much like, but a step  downwards from her own. a step.   OR TWO ---  details aren’t important.  mirroring fingers lace in own curls.  so perfect sculpted messy curls.                             “ i also am excellent  at                                  charming maidens.  “ 

        The Slayer’s neck snaps, chin tilting down to meet her chest, head falling into the palms of her hands while intricate fingers rubbed at the throbbing veins embedded in her temples. “My negativity has nothin’ to do with- maidens or- whatever- throwin’ themselves at me.” Her slender digits travel further back, threading through chestnut locks while hazel hues flick up to meet strikingly similar ones. “How the hell do you manage to stay so honky-dory all the time?”