[ Warm dust. Jasmine body spray. Melted vanilla ice cream. Alec likes the smell of the flower much more on his second brush with it. The pervasive sense of calm unknitting his peripheral awareness is far more appealing than most of the shit this place tries to pull on him.
That makes it worse than most. It's the shit that makes you let your guard down that fucks you up, as the new stranger spilling her guts to the first random teenager stepping out into her line of sight will probably be figuring out pretty soon. ]
Because you're not a psycho?
[ Alec suggests, with a little rising inflection at the end. The short, slight boy in fairy tale princeling cosplay turns to face Abby, one hand on his hip as he tilts his head of tousled black curls. ]
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That makes it worse than most. It's the shit that makes you let your guard down that fucks you up, as the new stranger spilling her guts to the first random teenager stepping out into her line of sight will probably be figuring out pretty soon. ]
Because you're not a psycho?
[ Alec suggests, with a little rising inflection at the end. The short, slight boy in fairy tale princeling cosplay turns to face Abby, one hand on his hip as he tilts his head of tousled black curls. ]