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garden rats in the making..

 Andrea Gibson, You Better Be Lightning

Fiber art is physical magic

the kiss nearly distracts her from her question; the actual words he spoke break her out of her brief reverie.

no way.

her brows knit together in her deepening confusion, the question playing on her tongue answered before she could say it.

surely he was kidding?

"what? kill them?" she stares at him with wide eyes, unsure whether she heard him correctly or not.

she knows she did. and there was nothing in his eyes or expression that betrayed any possibility of this being a dark joke, or a mere fantasy.

“rafayel…”

completely in the dark about rafayel’s other motives, she continues, feeling somewhat panicked for her parents—it’s not as if rafayel’s all talk when it came to vengeance.

"i know you probably hate them now after hearing how i feel about them, mo ghra,” she says, reaching for his shoulders to squeeze them as if it would help wring those sinister thoughts out of his body.

“but as much as i want them out of the picture, i don't think murder is necessary. theyre just a couple of persistent assholes. once my birthday passes, they're back to being nothing to me. it happens every year."

❦ 𝐵𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝐵𝑎𝑠ℎ

a closed starter | @vibinsane

the marker of yet another year of existence passing; dolasach's birthday draws near. it looms around the corner, the date a week from now.

she doesn't think it to be a celebration.

each day closer to the day brings forth old memories, unearths feelings buried beneath six feet of repeated retrospection. how annoying, she thinks, to be so bogged down by something so... asinine.

she quietly takes a deep breath and smooths out the crease between her brows.

relax.

this isn't the sort of headspace she should be in if she's going to be hanging around mo art studio. the last thing she wanted was for her boyfriend to catch her in her melancholy.

(even though by now, deep down, she knows he's noticed the shift in her demeanor for the last few days)

it's sunny today. the sun blesses them with its warmth and the clouds are gorgeous. the surrounding sea meets and parts with the shore of whitesand bay over and over, the resulting waves providing calming white noise that filled the silence.

it would've been nice if her mind mirrored the mood outside.

her eyes drift towards rafayel. his back is turned to her, something that can't be helped as he works on yet another painting too large to be mounted on an easel. it works to dolasach's favor; if he wants to look at her, he'll have to turn around.

she'll see it if he does.

and it'll give her the chance to put on a happier face.

she thinks it's a simple plan, but as she falls back into her thoughts while watching rafayel paint, her troubles make themselves known on her features.

love looks beautiful on you