PROMPT ME. (please.)
I'm bored. I had a bad day at work. (Okay. I had a stressful day at work.) I've forgotten how to write. Aaaannnnd I've been doing nothing but looking up Jeff Bryan Davis clips on YouTube. (Which, by the by, I totally recommend doing. He's ADORABLE. And one day, we will marry. True stuff
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1. The door creaks slowly open, revealing a world covered in dust.
2. Velociraptors on hoverboards
3. It was an everyday object that, against all odds, saved the world.
4. He hallucinates backwards on days like this.
5. She realizes with a sense of dread that she's lived in the same house for twenty years and has no idea what's behind the cellar door.
6. Widdershins
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This? Is brilliant. And I'm going to do something with it, I just don't know what.
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He hallucinates backwards on days like this.
“Peter, this never happened.”
Maybe. But it could have. It could have happened just like this. Right?
He puts his thumb on the corner of her mouth, tucks his knuckles beneath her chin, and says, mean and baiting, “Listen, we all love someone who’s dying. You got that, sweetheart?”
“Yeah. Got it.” She nods, eyes sad. And then, “You’re such a fucking coward.”
“Me and the rest of the world.”
“Worlds,” she says.
And he doesn’t understand.
“Do you remember, Peter?”
He remembers. He remembers everything. He just remembers wrong.
“You’re not alone in this. You know that, right?”
She touches her fingers to the outside of his wrist, says, “I came back for you.”
Two universes collide. It’s not as bad as it sounds. (It’s worse.)
“You can’t stay here,” she says. She grabs onto the sleeve of his shirt and pulls, hard. “You have to come back. You belong with me ( ... )
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You love his mouth, all pink and cupid’s bow perfect with a small dent in his lower lip that he worries with his teeth.
He lifts his hand, moves the hair from your face (tucks it behind your ear, slowly-gently-softly, and it reminds you of a boy that you knew in high school who promised you forever-forever-forever) and lets his fingers rest against your cheek and his thumb on your chin.
He kisses you. His lips press to yours, awkward and unsure.
You let your mouth open wider, you let his tongue skim the edges of your teeth, and then you close your hands around the collar of his shirt and pull him closer-closer-closer until the toes of his sneakers bump into yours.
You kiss him until you can’t breathe. You kiss him until you feel light-headed and dizzy with your heart hammering-pounding-breaking in your chest. And you kiss him until you can’t think of anything else, maybe ever, but kissing him.
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<333!
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