Morning After
Send "Morning After" for our muses to wake up after a one night stand.
With a raised brow & a noticeable disdain plastered on his facial features, he reluctantly raised himself from the bed with a hand dragging down the side of cheek. There’s noticeable little indents similar to those of nails tearing into his skin. Soft purple & blue lightly grazing the side of his neck, leaving a trail down towards the center of his torso. Some hurt, others, not so much. Aches shoot through the entirety of his body when he reached for his noir clothing. He pulls an assortment of items out. Phone, cigarettes, red lighter, a small grinder & even rolling paper. It’s too early to really do anything, which insists him to light a cigarette.
The soothing feeling of the smoke slowly brings him awake. Tired eyes begin to wonder & then lock onto the body net to him. There’s a soft sigh, more pale smoke coming out from his pretty pink lips. There’s a thought where he should wake the other up since it’s damn near noon. But, the smell of smoke is more likely to wake him more than anything. ❝ This is a shitty habit I gotta break. ❞
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