[ meanwhile, ishmael's always played the part of the prey despite her bluster. from being emotionally manipulated by her captain to being a cog in the machine in a city that runs on literal human suffering, ishmael never gets a true break. even in this supposed resort she has to continue keeping her guard up in the midst of all the debauchery.
and yet, when texas pulls away, she can see how red ishmael is in the face, almost matching the redness in her sunset hair, and the way she continues panting like she just ran a marathon. with the way her heart's been beating the entire time, she might as well be. ]
I-I'm fine. Thanks.
[ she clears her throat, opens her eyes to meet texas's. ]
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and yet, when texas pulls away, she can see how red ishmael is in the face, almost matching the redness in her sunset hair, and the way she continues panting like she just ran a marathon. with the way her heart's been beating the entire time, she might as well be. ]
I-I'm fine. Thanks.
[ she clears her throat, opens her eyes to meet texas's. ]
Call me Ishmael. Before I forget.
[ better late than never. ]