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[nightwild]

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[foreverblind]

[ they've done this a hundred times before, shared cigs through puffs and passes and shotguns and kisses. doesn't make it any less intimate; there's a faint flush on audrey's face, a tension to her thighs as blythe leans away. ]

At least I'm worth a pack. Guess that's something. [ she breathes in the tar, tries not to think about blythe's thin and chapped lips against the filter. ] Can't believe the clinic still lets you smoke. Or did they just give up after the third time you outlasted the prognosis?

[toxicyuri]

[she smiles with her flat, human teeth and closes her thin, human eyelids and tries to think of how she'd gotten away with keeping so many things secret from audrey for so long. maybe this week she'll tell her, she thinks. maybe this week, She won't choke the words from her throat.]

They can deliver me as many prognoses as they want. They'll always be wrong. I've been very good at living ever since I turned 18. [finally, she sits back up properly and looks at her ex. the thoughts that come to mind are only pleasant memories, but She tempers them with a wave of revulsion, a bolt of sudden nausea. blythe does not let it show on her face.]

I hope it won't be a surprise to learn that I regret it, on some days.