(she could have worded that better, said something better, even. another mockery, she can feel that from the burn again. isn't she always prone to making things harder on herself? she could have said anything else, anything. she didn't. she wants to say something else, but should she? texas knows that she's been terrible, she's always been that way.
terrible to the point she can't bring herself to do something more than say it without having it feel like it's always gone deeper. isn't it funny?
she's a hypocrite, always prone to being harsh on many things she shouldn't be. maybe texas should have stopped talking. she's quiet when lappland reaches closer, her hands along that jacket part of the outfit she was given for this stupid party. she would have liked it to be somewhere nicer, but....the cars as close as it gets for them. her suite is off limits thanks to the "lovely" ghosts. anywhere else is too, technically speaking, that isn't the casino or here.
so she's uncertain on what she can say, or maybe her eyes watch a little too closely how that gown slips down along lappland's shoulders. the crooked smile. part of her did wonder if this is a good idea, it's likely not. not with her maybe, for something different, leaning in when lappland comes closer. texas isn't the best of kissers, she can admit that much on a good or bad day. yet this is something different, her bare hand reaches to touch lappland's cheek in a gentle caress that shouldn't have made texas shiver the way she did and....
for once, she found need to do something right when texas comes in closer. if possible, she kisses lappland. lips crushed together like she was holding back this whole time from something more than that. it makes everything go quiet, no mockery, no burns along her hand. just. silence.)
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terrible to the point she can't bring herself to do something more than say it without having it feel like it's always gone deeper. isn't it funny?
she's a hypocrite, always prone to being harsh on many things she shouldn't be. maybe texas should have stopped talking. she's quiet when lappland reaches closer, her hands along that jacket part of the outfit she was given for this stupid party. she would have liked it to be somewhere nicer, but....the cars as close as it gets for them. her suite is off limits thanks to the "lovely" ghosts. anywhere else is too, technically speaking, that isn't the casino or here.
so she's uncertain on what she can say, or maybe her eyes watch a little too closely how that gown slips down along lappland's shoulders. the crooked smile. part of her did wonder if this is a good idea, it's likely not. not with her maybe, for something different, leaning in when lappland comes closer. texas isn't the best of kissers, she can admit that much on a good or bad day. yet this is something different, her bare hand reaches to touch lappland's cheek in a gentle caress that shouldn't have made texas shiver the way she did and....
for once, she found need to do something right when texas comes in closer. if possible, she kisses lappland. lips crushed together like she was holding back this whole time from something more than that. it makes everything go quiet, no mockery, no burns along her hand. just. silence.)