#e. so —— ft. astoria grim.

[dehlilas]

october once reminded her of a gentle lull in the cycle of nature’s endless frenzy — the cold blanket of rain drizzling down oak leaves, the earth growing moist and rich with scent. it’s maybe a bad attempt at mimicking the changing of leaves, that once led people to crowd their houses with splashes of orange and mismatched shades and call it halloween —— whatever it may be, in the inside it looks ugly. if it were up to her, pandemonium would see no trace of festivity — but her rule over the small kingdom is weak and irrelevant, and it’s the younger waiters, their gen-z crowd, their dimly lit selfies with cartonboard cutouts of jack’o’lanterns that set the mood. all that’s left to her is sitting in the corner, defeated, sipping an IPA that expired last week but she keeps in the back for rainy, halloween days. “ you ever get tired of that stuff ? ”. evelyn nods to the far left booth, where a group of girls barely twenty-one are amusing themselves twirling the fire from the candle in their hands. it changes shape around their fingers, now a ring, now a dragon: now it turns into a kinski-worth nosferatu and the girl makes her hands into claws, yells i vant to suck your bloood to her girlfriend. eve sighs, looks once towards astoria and begs her, silently, to join the pity party. “ they’re exhausting. i’m so tired. ”

@softersinned​ / sc.