#♡ ━━ empty promises ↷ memes

[hwaflms]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ nct 127 as 1d songs!

‧₊˚ 💭 ✩彡 , , 0.69k, fluff + slight suggestive + slight angst, just lil snippets of you and 127 with one direction songs, not my usual writing style, TELL ME UR FAV 1D TRACKS

♡ taeil . . . last first kiss

rainy days, soft smiles and soft kisses, nicknames, casual dates, putting away groceries, taking photos of things to show each other later, promises, painting dates, secret handshakes, prolonged stares, drawing each other, approving photos to post, kisses on the top of your head, karaoke nights, trying street food together, song recommendations, deep questions, laughing over some soju, denial and hesitation, splashing each other with wet hands

♡ taeyong . . . little things

LONG showers, buying clothes for you, matching jewellery, folders in your galleries for each other, perfume, long talks over tea, words of affirmation, flowers, crying in front of each other, wine nights, slow dancing, sending you reminders to eat, falling asleep over call, learning ukulele together, staying-in days, holding hands 99.99999% of the time, corny jokes, bike rides, playing video games, cutting fruit for each other, naps while it's raining outside

♡ johnny . . . she's not afraid

secret movie dates, drive-thru mcdonald’s, tight dresses, tousled hair, long video calls, subtle lock screens, orange-scented soap, sneaking out at night, drunken confessions, the two of you together in the background of every photo, watching scary shows, kissing in the dark, running, texting while in the same room, lying in his arms, windy nights, knowing each others favourite songs, screenshots, hushed whispers, road trips, dancing in the kitchen

♡ yuta . . . perfect

parties at 1 am, hailing taxis, long sloppy kisses, tucking hair behind each others ears, red bull cans, blasting music in the car, ice cream runs, eye contact, skinny dipping, cheap hotels, playing pool, texting late at night, beach walks, wind blowing in your face, meeting in secret, italian restaurants, thin cigarettes, messy sheets and hair, windows all the way down, knowing smiles, wearing his shirt at home, soft gasps, motel pools, cherry lip balm, getting tattoos together, getting kicked out of parties

♡ doyoung . . . half a heart

soft sweaters, missed calls, buying his detergent, matching rings, soft wispy clouds, two different kinds of juices in your fridge, puddles, picnic dates, mixed up socks, never deleting photos, the first text after an argument, books with notes in them, walks by the river, watching a show together, conversations in the dark, spontaneous coffee meet-ups, naming plants, museum visits, drives in the rain, saving memes about each other, empty lockets

♡ jaehyun . . . no control

stargazing, drinking on rooftops, meeting at parties, red cups, pool nights, lipstick stains, the smell of his perfume, oversized clothing, driving fast when the roads are empty, voice messages, morning kisses, private playlists, tinted taxis, looking for each other in a room, holding your hair back, strong coffee, silk pillowcases, clothes on the floor, selfies on each others phones, muffled moans, drunk tattoos, pinching his cheeks

♡ jungwoo . . . 18

amusement park dates, walks at night, letters on beige paper, photo booth pictures, ugly keychains, playing on the seesaw when the playgrounds empty, passing notes, keeping said notes, bracelets, having each other as your lock screen, messy beds, lists of baby names, knowing each other's favourite songs, extra toothbrushes, shampoo bottles, yearbook cutouts, shoebox filled with letters and trinkets, holding pinkies, random texts throughout the day, talking to his mom on the phone, long calls

♡ mark . . . i want to write you a song

pure innocent love, cafe dates, warm hugs, board games and hot chocolate, writing songs for you, sharing clothes, pecks while smiling, cookie recipes, said cookies ending up burnt, karaoke nights, acoustic guitars, writing desks, cheek kisses, grocery shopping, badly taken polaroids, long walks, late night conversations, photo albums, beanies when it's cold, holding hands under the table, wearing his glasses, breakfast in bed, bouquets, scarfs, walks along the sand

♡ haechan . . . temporary fix

stolen glances, smokey rooms, making out in the back of a taxi, moonlight, hair flying in the wind, playing footsie under the table, jealousy, talking on the phone late at night, eyes meeting across the room, drunken kisses, sitting on his lap, lots of 'are you awake?' texts, vodka sours, mirrored lense sunglasses, dyeing each other's hair, locking doors, lips on your neck, avoiding questions, stupid contact names, waking up in his clothes, empty wine bottles, bright sunsets, 10+ tiktoks and memes every morning, voice notes of him singing

[shdwsurce]

SENTENCE STARTERS: LYRICS THAT HIT ME IN THE FEELS [PT. 1] change words as needed ! ctrl + shift + v to paste into the inbox on desktop.

❝ if you choose not to decide you still have made a choice. ❞

❝ we can’t afford to be innocent. ❞

❝ just ‘cause it’s part of a plan doesn’t make it right. ❞

❝ even at the best times I’m out of my mind. ❞

❝ I’m that kind of trouble you know you want to get into. ❞

❝ and when they tell you to give them a smile why don’t you show them how sharp your teeth are ? ❞

❝ my addictive personality finally got the best of me. ❞

❝ I’m just talking but they tell me I’ve been screaming. ❞

❝ this here isn’t singing, it’s just screaming in tune. ❞

❝ I can taste you in my rage. ❞

❝ when you think your wounds are greater a victim can be perpetrator. ❞

❝ I hate this, but push came to shove. ❞

❝ forgive us these smiles on our faces ❞

❝ just picked out an early grave to bury shit; not me, just the weight I’ve been carrying. ❞

❝ maybe in another life we could have done this right, but I guess we’ll never know for sure. ❞

❝ think of all the horrors that I promised you I’d bring. ❞

❝ the only thing I know is it’s easy to miss when you never aim. ❞

❝ i want to know what it’s like to feel wanted for more than something that’s less than dishonest. ❞

❝ there’s a bright side to every wrong thing if you’re looking at me through the right eyes. ❞

❝ even a well lit place can hide salvation. ❞

❝ funny how a fall could feel just like flying when I'm waiting for it to hit me ❞

❝ if we've got no honor then we've got no shame ❞

❝ somehow you slayed your hope, but didn't let yourself know it had died ❞

❝ what would you do if I took this dagger in me and removed it ? ❞

❝ take it out on someone who won't hit you back ❞

❝ say goodbye to your mr. nice guy; you got your wish, he's rotting in hell ❞

❝ maybe I'm a good guy standing on the wrong side; maybe I'm a sweetheart trying to make my own scars ❞

❝ I do this all the time, blending in between the lines of my fiction ❞

❝ I'm feeling pretty empty, this attitude is expensive ❞

❝ paradise waits only for the lonely, the escapist, and the brave ❞

❝ drag me to death, like a lit cigarette ❞

❝ so if I'm honest, I think I'm beginning to question how much I want this ❞

❝ if you know the hunter is coming then you hide or keep on running, because they have slain the gods before. ❞

❝ by the time you figure out the rules I broke I've already won the game ❞

❝ have I done wrong ? am I guilty ? ❞

❝ now would you pray before you twist the knife ? ❞

❝ I'd like to pause, no matter what I pretend, like a pilgrim who learns to transcend; learns to live as if each step was the end. ❞

❝ I was given a name before I was given blood, like you were given your faith before there was made a god. ❞

❝ you say 'please don't ever change' but you don't like me the way I am ❞

❝ the more we think we know about, the greater the unknown ❞

repost of an old meme I created. also here is a playlist based on these prompts ♡

[englishsub]

song meme

tagged by @megafaunatic because i whined ♡, and @cairoscene

shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people

redbone - childish gambino: i mean, it's a banger. good guitar riffs.

miquella's haligtree - tai tomisawa: i can't wait for him to kick my ass so bad in the dlc that not even three friend summons can save me. he's about to make his sister look like a godrick soldier i just know

never be lonely - jax jones, zoe wees, cascada: yay new cascada, homicide it's literally 2 minutes long. we must stop the enshittification of music at all costs. songs need to be a minimum of 3 minutes, IDEALLY between 5 and 6 minutes, or i'm going to start swinging

天河梦 - liu yuning: in ning ge we trust............

the final battle - tsukasa saitoh: jesus if the elden ring album becomes my aoty again for 2024 that would be hilarious but also on brand

love wins all - iu: i'm gonna see her perform this live this summer, during which i will undoubtedly cry massive globular ghibli tears for real

no promises to keep - loren allred: god i cannot hear the line 'i won't say that it was fate' without immediately tearing up... i cannot look at a screenshot of aerith after rebirth without tearing up..... i'm gonna miss her so much!!!!!

torch - black veil brides: god one of "i need to feel something" songs of all time actually

empty places - trent reznor and atticus ross: one of the scores ever written. more movies should do what the gone girl score did. i saw this tweet(?) once from an author where they said that one of their writer's block hacks was to put on the gone girl score and let it play all the way through, and they'd force themself to work the entire time. it's 90 minutes of pure unsettling ambience and i was like so true king!

老朋友 - liu yuning: god this song is so fucking good. he's probably gonna be my top artist again this year. deserve, i am nothing if not predictable, i guess.

many people have been tagged but i am going to tag you all anyway again. @vinelark @feyburner @dcyiyou @microcomets @yuebings @tantai-jin @cafecliche @ziusik @mammutblog

[ripjulie-gone]

Good evening, my beautiful doodles!

I'm hoping to be more active tomorrow night. Work has just been kicking my ass with 10+ hour days this week ( minus the 4th ). And my battery is just on empty.

But I plan on getting some stuff done tomorrow since it's Friday, and I have no plans this weekend. I'm so sorry for the lack of activity and stuff, but I promise I'll be here! I love & miss you all ! ♡

Always feel free to hmu on discord ( mfkntreestars ) or in IMs. Send me memes and stuff if you wanna I love memes.

I love YOU ♡ thank you for putting up with me 🥺 its very much appreciated. I hope everyone has a a good rest of the day/night!

[astradites]

mistakes play through her mind like fragments of videos,   moments she cannot stop rewinding,  moments she cannot fast forward through,   &   moments that feel too much like a dream to be reality.   with clint,   it was easy to get lost in the dream.     how often did bobbi push past the reality ?  they can fight each time,   they can promise each time that things will be different,  but their pattern of destruction leaves more than just their heartache in the wake.  she is destroyed,   she is a woman capable of so much brought to her knees by a man with arrows.     a man she loves too much to see in pain.   there’s never enough time  [they’ve wasted theirs.]    let’s try again.   [we both know how this story ends — so we do never turn the page?]    it’s late.   far too late to be calling him.   any sensible woman would have gone to bed,   any sensible woman would have let it go.  but as the moonlight pools into her room,   as she feels the emptiness that comes with living alone  :   barbara morse realizes    that she is no sensible woman   :    she is a woman in love.    in agony until he’s at her door,  until her head is in the crook of his neck,   until she’s almost at peace smelling his aftershave :  the very bottle that used to sit in their bathroom.      ❝  this divorce — separation — thing’s a lot harder than i thought . . .  thanks for coming again. ❞   face tilts uwpard,   eyes meeting his and all bobbi can think about is despite all her brilliance,  she’s got to be an idiot for letting a man with such pretty eyes get away from her.

meme prompts ,  currently accepting !   :  [  hug  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  a  hug   .     clint  barton  for  bobbi  morse.  ♡   @astraheros​

she takes his hand,  drawing in the familiarity of each callous she recognizes like a personal treasure map,   [ past his index finger,   ghost rider.   he saved my life. ]   together,  the two of them are marked by a reaper but not for death.  no,  as bobbi guides clint back upstairs,   mesmerized by the familiarity of his footstep,  comforted by every bit of him :  she realizes this is a fate much worse.    ❝  i know i said this last time  [ and the time before . . . ]  but i’m serious this time —  ❞     she wonders if he can tell when she’s lying as she opens the bedroom door.   ❝   this is the last time.  ❞

[hiraiet]

NCT DREAM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

» park jisung

♡ movie nights, movie nights; with takeout and new orders of drinks because he wants to try new things only with you.

♡ nothing means more to jisung than quality time. he’d be busy with schedules and man would he be sorry, he’d feel so bad for not giving you the attention you deserve, apology would be written all over his face even when you tell him it’s okay.

♡ texts throughout the day about the most random of things. would update you on all the events of the day.

♡ is on snapchat only because he also wants to be on the receiving end of your streaks.

♡ tags you in a lot of memes, also saves memes on his phone to show it to you when you come to meet him.

♡ he wont say it but he’d expect you to be in the crowd of every event he takes part in.

♡ would be petty af if you missed it, he’d be so disappointed :((

♡ super cuddly

♡ is the type of boyfriend who’ll take your hand and put it in his pocket by using a lame excuse saying he’s cold or smn

♡ contrary to popular belief, park jisung is actually super bold and also makes the first move. he’s so cocky when you get embarrassed when he kisses out of the blue.

♡ but, when you make the first move and come forth or kiss his cheek out of nowhere, no face would be redder than his. he’d try to not show it but the tips of his ears would be so pink.

♡ his mom knows about the two of you and you often talk with his mom. she’s you two’s number 1 shipper.

♡ sends jisung extra side dishes to give it to you. jisung loves it when his family associates with you.

♡ his love language is holding hands.

♡ absolutely loves it when you play with his fingers.

♡ also kisses the back of your hands out of habit.

♡ he’s in for a long time, has already thought about the wedding and also the number of kids.

♡ he thinks having a dog before children is a great idea.

♡ teases you a lot. calls you dummy.

♡ loves couple clothings and accessories, always insists on buying stuffs together, whenever you two hang out outside.

♡ not the jealous type, man would he be so happy when you get along with the other members.

♡ healthy relationship, 😩

♡ only downside. he isn’t a problem solver, when you two have misunderstandings, he will not say anything and keep it all in. but you are a problem solver so you two talk it out and resolve it at the end.

♡ wont admit it but loves it when you ask him if you could play games with him. he already loves playing games but when you try to involve yourself in gaming because of him, he absolutely adores it

♡ will sing for you because you once mentioned you like his voice )which made him stay up all night thinking about it but he wont tell)

♡ forehead kisses!

♡ star gazing + picnic at 11pm at an empty park

♡ ice cream and bike ride dates

♡ gets so shy when the hyungs baby him in front of you (which haechan does on purpose to make him a flustering mess)

♡ loves listening to you talk, he literally stares at you like you’re his whole world, giving you his undivided attention, when you tell him about your day.

♡ MOST SUPPORTIVE BOYFRIEND. he’s so passionate in supporting what you’re passionate about. he’ll try so hard to understand your work/assignments to give you his opinions.

♡ you’re his lockscreen.

♡ asked his hyungs to teach him how to braid hair to braid your hair.

♡ pinky promises.

♡ so excited to share his clothes with you that he’s always looking for ways to give you his clothes. when his hyungs recognize that you’re wearing his clothes, he’d be so confident and act all cocky

♡ loves it when you ask him to teach you a nct dream choreo, he gives his 100% to teach you and also films the whole process because he wants to keep it in his mind forever

♡ a lot LOT of couple pictures, he loves to take pictures of your intertwined hands with your couple rings.

read for haechan here

[ahloveisboo]

hehe hi jo :3 first of all - congratulations on ur milestone, ur writing is beautiful, so well deserved!! i come with a request for *shyly looks away* vernon c: with the prompts "holding hands in pockets" + "under the fluorescent lights of a convenience store" + "at 4 in the morning" mayhaps? no rush at all, u have total creative freedom !!! <333

pairing: vernon chwe x gn!reader

genre: not sure? early stages of dating probably, suggestive language, making out, mentions of alcohol, lame use of memes.

wc: 0.7k

prompts: 35. holding hands in pockets + 39. under the fluorescent lights of a convenience store + 33. at 4 in the morning

a/n: alex! my love! i hope this vernon brings u some joy. thank u for requesting ♡.

There's beauty in the unexpected, you guess, as another yawn rips itself from your throat before you can help it. You run your fingers along a ray of canned fruits, not really caring what they contain. Tonight was supposed to be a quiet night in, but of course a boy managed to rope you into trading it in for an impromptu party at one of his friends'.

Vernon’s hand is pressed into your side, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he makes yet another lame joke that you can’t help but laugh at. It’s early morning (or late at night, depending how you look at it), the convenience store as good as empty as you stroll down the aisles, looking for nothing in particular. The pale light creates an odd contrast to Vernon’s presence, always radiant and bright in its core, now dimmed under the faint fluorescent glow.

You’re tired. The party ended a good thirty minutes ago—the remnants of the alcohol mixed in with a lack of sleep being the only thing still edging your body forward, even though your bones feel like dead weight with each step you take. Mingyu stares at a collection of instant ramen a few meters away, muttering under his breath as if trying to decipher the writing on the package before grabbing a random one and moving to the register.

“So,” Vernon starts, the grip on your waist tightening slightly as he pulls you around the corner, away from Mingyu’s prying eyes. “Do you want to stay the night?”

You feign shock at the bold question, your arms draping around his neck to pull him close. “Are you suggesting we sleep together?”

His hands move down to cup your ass, sliding into the back pocket of your jeans. He fails to suppress a grin. “I didn't say anything about sleeping.”

Your breath catches in your throat. The implications of his words float in the air like cotton candy clouds ready for the picking. It's sweet—an unspoken promise of an endless night, and suddenly you don’t feel as tired anymore.

There’s a short pause in your actions. Vernon’s gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, his tongue flicking out briefly to wet his own chapped ones.

"Yes." It's all you can say, your fingers playing with the hair at his nape as he continues to stare you down. Vernon's gaze is intense, holding you captive until everything around you fades, and it isn't until your shoulders hit the freezer doors that you realise he's been inching you backwards. His mouth finds yours with ease, and you instinctively allow him to slip his tongue past your lips.

He tastes like cheap vodka and cigarettes, like he always does after a night out, and leaves your head spinning in a way you know has nothing to do with any of the shots you downed yourself. A shiver runs up your spine as he pushes up against you, gently, his calloused palm now cupping your cheek to slightly alter the angle of your kiss.

There's a cough somewhere to your right, the vibration to it faintly familiar, and you snap out of your daze to find Mingyu looking at you—arms crossed in front of his chest, his brows tented to match his I'm absolutely judging you right now glare.

"Seriously? Right in front of my salad?"

But Vernon is unphased, throwing his roommate a sly smile. "And the store owner's, no doubt," Mingyu adds when neither of you initiates to move, still pressed against each other, and he nods into the direction of the security camera located in the left corner of the aisle.

"Well," you sigh, finally untangling yourself from Vernon and smoothing out your hair with a smile. You know you should be feeling at least a tad embarrassed about making out in the back of a convenience store at 4 in the morning—but Vernon's lips are slightly swollen and his hair is tousled, making him look positively delectable, and you don't regret a second of it. "I hope they enjoyed the free show."

"I'm too sober for this." Mingyu groans and turns to walk away. Your eye catches Vernon's as the jingle of the door opening rings through the shop, and you bite your lip not to burst into a giggle. He rewards you with a toothy grin, before placing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose and lacing his fingers with yours.

If you walk fast enough, you'll be home in 15 minutes.

[redemptioninterlude]

🖐️ - Alice :)

5 times touched meme ( selectively accepting ) + @theironflower // damian

cut for length ♡

001. only in dreams Can you really see me? That’s the question that always lingers, so rare is it that she’s a repeat visitor save for those who are the walking dead, the truly lonely. Those all pent up with no place else to go, she meets him, a boy and a soldier both, the one who sits upon his throne that rests upon a pile of bones, his legacy, his grief, and his burden with which he’s decided he must bear. SHE IS HERE to bear witness to that, she supposes, is that what he wants? More than anything, she thinks he’s lonely, looking for a slice of what normalcy might look like in some great perhaps, and what unfortunate fortune that he’d end with someone as odd as herself instead, delivered.

They sit, children perched at the edge of a hill, legs left dangling over the edge in some rebellious form of daring, as they watch the idea of the sun that rises. Their time is short, it feels as long as, they allow for it. That’s the power of dreams, isn’t it? Living lifetimes and adventures in a single night that might or might not resound from within, but for them, it’s all they’ve really got to connect by. “YOU’LL NEED TO WAKE SOON, Damian.” Alice’s words, flirting on the edge of cautiousness, with a laugh that rings truer. “Call me again when you need the company, okay? I’ll know!”

Alice, without the unsure pause, she hums alive and shifts closer to the edge - as if testing the weight of it, the potential, the thrill. A hand reaches out, and grasps onto his. “Wanna come with me this time?” There’s a smile and a promise, who knows what will happen? ALICE IS WILLING to try something different for this once, it’d be, so reassuring, wouldn’t it? To know if he were real and actualized, and not some madness within her head, breathing in deep, for once, twice... the countdown that trips her tongue, 3... 2... 1...

                                JUMP!

She wakes within her bed, a cold sweat, and GASPING BREATH, fingers coil within her hair with an anxiousness that claws from the back of her throat, looking for a way out. A pause... looking down at the open emptiness of her palm. Real? Not real? God only knows.

002. terror in renaissance                         Through bone, through flesh - he cuts, and he eats.

Alice should be above this judgement - above the fear, the feeling, that hits deep within her stomach, she’s not human the way that others are human. But he is fragilely so, and so, he suffers beneath the terror with which he’s been made to live and inflict, eat to live, eat your loved ones, watch as you march on, another day of living. They’re always quiet when they watch, with Damian unable to think of anything else, the nightmares consume him, as he has a friend, his head in her lap, fists made against the looseness of her skirts. Fingers in his hair, she’ll scratch, and knows that even as his face turns inwards against her thigh, he can still hear it all in front of them, the sound, the scrape, that turning of his stomach.

            Others that vomit, that cry, that try to go without.

His words that encourage them, he reflects on it all, the weight, the depth of it. Sorrow that drenches through him now, like sweat, she is soft and quiet as she watches, without a word, even if she looks at him and wonders too, HOW COULD YOU, but she knows the answer there in him. That he must, just to live. That there is little other option, without hurting all those that are still there. “Will you run?” she asks him, a quiet prompt, she wonders if she can rouse him to the occasion, her head dips, her hair a veil to separate him from those ghostly memories, the way he walks through his reality, both awake, and in dreams.

Palms that frame his face, angle his gaze upwards, to meet her own, blue and piercing, she feels it roll within her stomach, find me, she wants to tell him, but how can she even know that he is real, that THIS IS REAL? “Run. Please... there’s so much that you can do, so much you can be if not here. Take those that you can. Those willing. And step into an uncertain future. While you might not know what is coming...” a catch, she worries; what comes next? “... you will at least be safe. You deserve that. And so do they.”

003. careless endeavour  They’re seated now within the place he calls ‘home’... it’s beautiful and ragged and torn at all edges, but Alice sits amongst it all, her knees pressed together, her back left straight. It’s interesting.... this place, this world, he speaks at her with all these words and phrases and places that she’s meant to know, and all she can do is nod back, solemn. HE WON’T UNDERSTAND what business he has here, he only assumes he’ll be apart of it, which is helpful after all she’s seen him do. Demon. That’s what he calls himself, she thinks. And she remembers what those words mean back home, what that might mean for him, too, though he thinks of her as something similar.                                               

                                    Maybe it’s the dream walking.

Here he REGALES HER with stories about his come up, this place, she’s leaned in and asked him squarely, “Why are you the king of this place?” but not the King, per say. He doesn’t have a lot to say, but it all fits together like puzzle pieces with the snippets she’s picked up, the crumbs she’s been dropped. Hansel and Gretel would be proud of her right now, as she slowly eats the food he’s left her, praying she hasn’t encountered some Hades and she remade to play Persephone. You never know, even as her fingers dip, pomegranate staining her fingers, red on her lips.

“Is this really where you want to be?” Alice interjects, a blinking blue left studying him from across the table, as she stands, then, a sudden movement that makes Damian THINK TWICE, as she walks over to his position, his rounded end. “You’re... not lost like me. You’re helping a stranger find their way. But who knows.... I could still be make believe. I’d like to think that your presence, though, is its own kind of blessing.” a hand, there, to gently squeeze at a shoulder before she slips off to grab a little more food, returning to the table, a bowl held up to him this time. “Hungry?”

004. fleeting glances It’s almost like a coincidence, isn’t it? Alice, with a headache - a hand on her head, scrunched through impossible blonde, an ache that feels like something’s piercing through the eye, something’s dying to get out. Still dressed for work, clutching to the edge of the counter, a coworker asks after her, and she tries to BRUSH IT OFF. “I just need a pain killer~” a sing song voice, with a false note of cheer, a tiredness that’s sticking to her insides, souring her stomach. A sickness that threatens to crawl out her mouth and seeps through her brain, yes, that is what is sick, she’s never been quite well with that, has she?

Troubled dreams, then troubled nightmares, Alice who skips through them all, telling her that she is nothing, just the recycled ends of someone else’s heart and soul, she is but drawn on strings for GLORIOUS PURPOSE, none of which she dreamed herself. That which did and did not work, she’ll take a pill, and then another, anything, anything as a distraction! But none of it is enough, is it, it all comes down, persistent, consistent... and Alice, well, ahhh, she lives on, tries on, because after all, she must. A glance upwards; a face that stares back at her in mirrored surprise through it, the looking glass between them, but a memory that pulls on something that she thought not to be real.

              It’s him, it’s him!

Lips part in a shock, but he’s already inside, closing the gap before her mouth knows what to summon out to speak, his hand on her arm, he pushes her back with a shock - as if sensing the need in her, FIGHT OR FLIGHT. He chooses to fight, head on, tells her it’s silly to think that he’d just let her go, but, where else could she? Blue eyes that squint, a face so familiar that she’s know ever dip, every curve, every part of him, but that couldn’t be real, and neither could he. Had she taken a pill for this? Knees that feel weak, this is her dreams bleeding out into reality, now, she can’t, they can’t, he is... beneath the warmth, that pain of his grip, real. Then what is she? A crack, that threatens to shatter. “Alice.” the name slips easily, as does his when she doesn’t think about it too hard. “And you’re Damian. We’re not supposed to meet like this, oh...” the worrying, nervous, twitching of a girl that’s never quite believed in her own power.

005. 1-2-3 shot! This time, she thinks, it’s him inside of her dreams. How things have changed, as they do too, they meet for real, THIS IS REAL. And yet, she feels absolutely mad, this is, madness, isn’t it? He slips her a number, that look on his face enough to tell her that he too remembers, both the comfort, and, oh, those other things too. Like she could forget, that slip, that taste, his mouth against hers and the feeling when he watches her like temporary relief, she thinks, does he know? What it’s like to pull and find that there’s no magic trick at the end of the rope, it’s him, and her, and he asks her out for a drink.

                                         Alice simply couldn’t say no.

There’s shots lined up, her face lit up, or was that the neon, of this beautiful place? All dosed, soaked through, this is the Wonderland of her choosing, and it’s easier to talk, isn’t it? Without feeling as if her skin were itching, her heart was bleeding, that she wants to touch him to confirm what’s truth, BUT THEN AGAIN, those dreams had always felt so real too, hadn’t they? One, two three... another round. He orders too, as if he doesn’t know the answer around the edge of his tongue, the worry that lingers, she wants to catch him at it, Alice with bright eyes and a smile to match, red cheeks that burn the way that the liquor does, in her veins.

He asks her if she’s flirting with him, in a dress like that, crowded in a booth like this, and she can only say maybe, because that’s the truth. “Haven’t we already done it before?” with a laugh that almost makes him spit in his beer, but she takes the glass from him instead to drink, blonde hair dripping, over pale flesh. She is not real, not like him. But then neither is he, and if that’s the case, why the reservation? Leaning inwards, a hand that slides across his thigh, her voice is honey, her smile like a knife’s edge. “DO YOU WANT ME TO?” asking as if it were innocent, when her hand suggests anything but. “Flirt with you, that is.”