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v e r v a i n { zoe } Jun 24, 2017 1:28:01 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2017 1:28:01 GMT -5

I knew we'd get a treehouse together - Lace and I; well, it hasn't happened yet but it will, I know that much. She seems like the gal, y'know, the type to pull along that type of household, and I'm not gonna lie and say that I'm not. Earlier we ran here together, so it's kinda weird to walk to the justice building by myself but sometimes that happens.

Well, not to me but it happens to like, other people. Like the Delacroix family HAHAHA oh- that's probably really rude, that Helios guy just died oh man. It's too good a day to wait on Lace forever, I know they called her name and usually that means people die if you're not named after toothpaste but she isn't but I know she'll be fine. She's named after - uhhhh the fuck is a Glasia - lingerie, what's better than that? Are they made in the same place - that's probably the kicker.

Probably, I'm no lingerie expert or anything.

"I'mherefor-" woah girl too fast haha, "Lace." The justice building air is stiff, plants'd die in this -- what if the air is poison holy shit; no wonder we don't have any other victors. Hahaha that's stupid as hell, I take my seat after the peacekeeper tells me to shut the fuck up great.

And it's maybe a second- maybe a split second where I'm sitting there kicking my feet into the floor until they open the door, grabbing me by the arm "you got five minutes,

"Peace!"

Don't have to tell me twice.

"No time for hugs, we only have five minutes," I hold my breath, keeping eye contact and I never do that, "you know what to do Glasia, you know - I've never understood anything like this," a smile, growing and scratching and clawing through my face, "this is it! This is it, Lace!" And I'm practically exploding, near jumping and screaming and "LACE, this is it-" holding her hands in mine,

"Just one last fight, you come back with all the money in the world and we buy a treehouse and move out forever no more fighting- for you, for me, for any of us," I can't help smiling, screaming and grinning and laughing and "you've been fighting this whole time, nobody can beat you here, nobody can beat you-" wait wait wait

"I also brought gum!"

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v e r v a i n { zoe } Jun 26, 2017 4:03:43 GMT -5

Post by ✨ on Jun 26, 2017 4:03:43 GMT -5

Peppermint.

Gum wrapper fluttering between my fingertips, I fidget and pop the stick into my mouth. It tastes like ice in the winter and somehow it thaws my rigid heart.

Maybe it's not the gum, the cold snap that fills my airwaves, the lump in the back of my throat. Maybe it's her: warm, full of light, full of hope. She's looking at death and talking about me plucking out eyes and breaking limbs and ripping throats open with my own teeth and she still glows, like the sun, and I'm the horizon at dawn she always comes back to kiss gently in the morning with her light.

She's seen me do much worse, though. She knows I can win.

I can win.

I don't know if West can.

I don't know if I can come back alive and find her in one piece and I'm scared, damn it. I'm scared to death.

Blinking back tears and I manage a smile for her: white teeth, mint breath and all.

"Pick out the wallpaper while I"m gone, okay?"

She told me that there's no time for hugs but I don't care - I grasp her, my West, and she feels like home. I drink her in, a reminder of what to come back for, because I don't care if there's pink wallpaper or a lime green door or piles of hay in a dusty old shack, I only care if she's left in one piece.

If her heart is a house then I'm already home.

“and men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.”

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v e r v a i n { zoe } Jul 2, 2017 19:16:20 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2017 19:16:20 GMT -5

"Pick out the wallpaper while I"m gone, okay?"

I get distracted by her, a room I've never been in before and a girl I'll see again; I'll see her again. And I try to stay calm, try to smile and be positive ole Wisteria, thinking about the cats we'll steal when she gets back and how great it'll be to be real roommates, in a house we can actually decorate. In a house we can actually live in, holy shit we'd be rich- holy shit we'd have money.

"Pink-" and I laugh, cheeks smushing my eyes close and our treehouse with cats and friends and she hugs me we don't have time for that- I don't know what to do. Pulling me into her arms like tides and I hug her beneath her hair, laughing like I'm not scared and like I've never been; I promised. I told myself before I came in I wouldn't be, not for her or for me or for any of the girls back in the hole, we'd survive and thrive and I can't stop grinning because it'll kill me if I don't.

It'll kill her if I stop.
"I didn't want this to be sad."

And it feels like a sin to admit it, fingers quivering under between blonde hair locked- mine and her's and I don't want to be alone for a month. I don't want to miss her but my heart sinks as I hear the words out loud, like all the heat of my body fell to my knees. "But at least it'll be happier when I see you again," muttered in her neck.

I'm too stupid to lie, and she's too smart to die -- perfect.