rough touch
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13. your muse pushes my muse to their knees
–– ASHLEY hadn’t meant for such an outcome as this; if anything, she’d come to daisy apartment to talk, to let out some steam of uncertainty like she had a couple times before ( daisy was always one to listen to her in times of trouble, and she never judged, never stared with that sickening look of pity that ash so much despised, mostly because she knew without doubt that she had done far worse ) – and maybe it was the weed she’d smoked beforehand that had ash spilling her guts far more than usual, her voice raised a few octaves in pure frustration. or, perhaps, it was the desperation to share such a private event with someone who would not care ( or, at the most, would not care a lot ).
whatever the reason she spoke about the mysterious man that share a similar face to that of a certain friend of hers, ash was quick to realize it was a grave mistake.