#𝐈𝐈𝐈. teen verse - alternate ( . . . ) mooredale.

[khrused-archived]

every limb feels tangled in a taunt knot of nerves ────── her leg bouncing, teeth chewing at her lip... fidgeting fingers lay restlessly in her lap, finally turning to @immobiliter with a frustrated sigh ― impatient. " how long did the box say again? " hera looks at aimee with wide, frightened eyes ― jade greens expanding to reveal a brief glimpse to her history and future, a constant state of dread and distress...

" aimee...? " voice catches upon the claws of doubt, digging into her throat as if to stifle her very breath. a small and pitiful tone. " ― what if it says yes? "