✗✗ @brokenragdoll ♡’d this for a starter
“I come bearing gifts.” She’s already a mess and she knows it, hair mussed, makeup smeared into a mask like twin black eyes, pitch hollows from which those dark, dark irises swim in their drunken haze. Her lipstick is smeared nearly down her chin in bottleneck circles like so many red tattoos, liquored kisses across pretty porcelain flesh.
A scrap of cloth is produced, the corner twisted into a tiny knot and dangled tantalizingly from painted nails. “Pretty white horses, straight out of Mexico.”
❝ well. would look at what the cat dragged in? ❞ and she looked the part, mauled close to death by a wild beast some people called booze … fucking gorgeous as always, a tragic sight to lighten her mood. heavy with the weight of silver rings, a pallid hand rose to hold the woman’s in it, fingers stopping to brush lightly over her cold skin and trace imaginary circles across her wrist — before taking what was being so kindly offered to her. a small package, dreams stuffed inside a scrap of old fabric.
❝ looks like someone i know did half my gift already. ❞ but she smiled nonetheless, sensual lips reaching up for a kiss or two. ❝ are you gonna say hello? ❞