ACT 1 , SCENE 1 : ATTEMPTING TO FILL THE VOID OF EXISTENTIAL DREAD WITH A STALE JOINT.
[ ENTER, WESTON & LOCH ] @wistcriasgrow
“ oh, that was a total eclipse of the heart. ” a certain ease slips from open mouthed petals, wavering slightly beneath the scent that threatens his unravelling. a habit weston hadn't quite yet managed to kick smolders before him. alive and well. such as few constants in his life, smoking was but another additive to the long list of things he couldn't quit. it’s a sense of home that climbs in the back of his throat, sun - soaked and warm. he wants to tuck it beneath the cold void hammering a familiar heartbeat. too bad olden habits don't go easily, and the joint he'd unknowingly tucked behind his ear hours before is pinched between digits. “ sorry that was fucking weird. but seriously, you’ve never heard of bonnie tyler? ” calloused palm smooths over the trimmed stubble dotting his chin and jaw in thought, visage contorted into a look of both bemusement and intrigue. “ y’know, ‘holding out for a hero’ bonnie tyler? ”
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