[kavinsky's a little tempted. to actually text. but it's a fleeting destructive impulse. there are so many other entertaining destructive activities to engage in, you know. like knowing the destructive truth of someone's heart. he glances at rosie. he doesn't know that there are so few other people who've seen this of her, but it still feels like diddling forbidden fruit, even in absence of that knowledge of exclusivity.]
What would you say to them? [he asks.] If you could. No consequences.
[maybe there's no more. maybe she's all whined out. but he's never mind bitching to relieve the quiet and the dark, and as they speed deeper into the woods, there's plenty of that ahead.]
steering toward fade if that's ok <3
What would you say to them? [he asks.] If you could. No consequences.
[maybe there's no more. maybe she's all whined out. but he's never mind bitching to relieve the quiet and the dark, and as they speed deeper into the woods, there's plenty of that ahead.]