And sometimes I think I'm doing fine, I think I'm pretty smart I'm quite convinced that I can keep myself apart Oh then the walls become thin, and somebody gets in I'm defenseless But it won't happen again, it probably won't happen again
But there's something about you I wanna risk going through
Future heart break, future headaches Wide-eyed nights late-lying awake With future cold shakes from stupid mistakes Future me hates me for Hates me for
It's getting dangerous, I could get hurt I know I've counted up the cons, they far outweigh the pros Oh and the floodgates are down, it's the Marlborough Sounds I am drowning It's too late for me now I need you sticking around
YASHA
When Beau first met Yasha, she didn't think there were going to be any long term consequences to anything that got said or implied. Unfortunately- or maybe fortunately- there most definitely are. Yasha has always been mysterious, blinking in and out of her life in weird fits and spurts that have started leaving her breathless more often than not. It's just that she's a mystery, and someone who Beau can trust in a fight. Right. Sure.
Despite herself Beau finds herself thinking of Yasha a lot in the last six or so months, especially since the rejection rooms and and her temporary disappearance. Beau isn't used to being missed or having anyone know she's even gone, so the fact that Yasha came looking for her more than once and expresses concern when she can't be found sends her into some kind of tizzy. She's never been good at confronting her emotions- or uh, feeling them for that matter- so this hasn't been expressed outside of her slapping her journal on her forehead a number of times. But now, with Yasha gone again, it might be time to think about saying something to someone...
yasha.
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And sometimes
I think I'm doing fine, I think I'm pretty smart
I'm quite convinced that I can keep myself apart
Oh then the walls become thin, and somebody gets in
I'm defenseless
But it won't happen again, it probably won't happen again
But there's something about you
I wanna risk going through
Future heart break, future headaches
Wide-eyed nights late-lying awake
With future cold shakes from stupid mistakes
Future me hates me for
Hates me for
It's getting dangerous, I could get hurt I know
I've counted up the cons, they far outweigh the pros
Oh and the floodgates are down, it's the Marlborough Sounds
I am drowning
It's too late for me now
I need you sticking around
Despite herself Beau finds herself thinking of Yasha a lot in the last six or so months, especially since the rejection rooms and and her temporary disappearance. Beau isn't used to being missed or having anyone know she's even gone, so the fact that Yasha came looking for her more than once and expresses concern when she can't be found sends her into some kind of tizzy. She's never been good at confronting her emotions- or uh, feeling them for that matter- so this hasn't been expressed outside of her slapping her journal on her forehead a number of times. But now, with Yasha gone again, it might be time to think about saying something to someone...