[she does know it, recognizes the nervous movement of hand to the dirt-dull shape of the hat that’s as much a part of melissa as shauna’s knife is for her. the way she’d registered as blonde with hat in the periphery for over a year. but now she knows: mel adjusts her hat when she’s frustrated, when she doesn’t want to argue, but she’s already in a fight, because shauna’s always picking a fight. she bitches at melissa when they’re half-asleep, and then she wakes up curled against the sunkissed throat hollow she’s kissed a thousand times.
there’s an urge to see that spot out, where mel’s heart pulses steady, dependable, familiar, to drown every sharp edge of who she is in the summerkissed warmth of the last few months. since they promised each other not to be afraid of those bad parts. and shauna doesn’t resist, she reaches out to take mel’s hand, tug her out of her shitty mood and up against the bath-warmed curves beneath that towel and –]
What the fuck happened? [shauna’s tone is ice, is fury, is raise your fucking hand and i will fucking kill you, and she reaches out towards the bandage, towards the sling and she literally almost says who did this to you like some insane possessive boyfriend, but – but someone fucking hurt her and shauna wants to tear them apart.] How – who? Tell me who. [one of the balfours, someone in the house, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter that shauna’s only wearing a towel, she stomps over to the dresser and starts digging through the large variety of frilly panties in the top drawer.] You just fucking – got here, how’d someone already hurt you?
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there’s an urge to see that spot out, where mel’s heart pulses steady, dependable, familiar, to drown every sharp edge of who she is in the summerkissed warmth of the last few months. since they promised each other not to be afraid of those bad parts. and shauna doesn’t resist, she reaches out to take mel’s hand, tug her out of her shitty mood and up against the bath-warmed curves beneath that towel and –]
What the fuck happened? [shauna’s tone is ice, is fury, is raise your fucking hand and i will fucking kill you, and she reaches out towards the bandage, towards the sling and she literally almost says who did this to you like some insane possessive boyfriend, but – but someone fucking hurt her and shauna wants to tear them apart.] How – who? Tell me who. [one of the balfours, someone in the house, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter that shauna’s only wearing a towel, she stomps over to the dresser and starts digging through the large variety of frilly panties in the top drawer.] You just fucking – got here, how’d someone already hurt you?