#leah & mikayla: warpainte.

[lovekindled]

what’s your problem ? for leah

entire posture shifts at the question, muscles tensing and lips pressing together thinly, some sort of pavlovian response acquired after hearing the same words over and over again during the last few months. there's too much to explain, not enough words to describe the sort of anguish she was going through. and it's certainly not what anyone wants to hear when they ask her that question. after a while, leah had begun to comprehend that it was a rhetorical question meant to expose the existence of a problem, rather than an honest attempt at helping her. “ aside from the fact that we're all most likely going to die, you mean? ” she deadpans, throwing an unimpressed look towards mikayla's direction over her shoulder. she wishes she could simply be left alone, the company from jeffrey's book enough to warm her during the increasingly cold weather. her fingers trace the pages slowly, an habit leah had unknowingly developed. “ what's your problem? why are you here when everyone else is inside? ” she was used to the solitude, had learned to seek it and embrace it over time, and the unexpected company made her feel uncomfortable.

⁽  ⠀  ♡  ⠀  ⁾ ⠀  morbid curiosity   ,   accepting.

#i was thinking yj verse hope that's ok!!! <3 #thank u for sending #leah rilke: int. #leah & mikayla: warpainte. #warpainte