Hey there, Queenie, I hope you're having a lovely weekend! 💕 Since it's another wonderful Six-Sentence-Sat(or)Sunday, I'm here to ask for some LauraMax again 😅 You may write whatever you want, but in case you're feeling like incorporating a prompt, how about: "You should see the other guy"?

Max hadn't said a word about it in all the time it took them to get there - not the long row across the lake, not the longer walk to the main road, not the endless trek that finally brought them to the seedy little motel - and for that, Laura loved him more than she had yesterday (if such a thing were possible).

When she'd given him a tight smile and looked away, he hadn't asked questions either; he'd gone into the motel himself, gotten their room key, and joked, "Shoulda seen the eyes that guy was giving me! You better watch out, hun, I think you've got competition," as he made a show of tugging her sweatshirt to cover his belly - she loved him even more then (if a person could love that much).

And when she'd gotten into the bathroom, her plan to take a long, hot, much-needed shower knocked off its tracks by the sight of herself in the mirror, all it took was that one extra moment of silence before he'd joined her there, holding her close despite how awful she looked, how terrible she must've smelled. It all came crashing down in a wave then, every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week they'd lost, and she scrambled - desperate - trying to ignore the tears already rolling down her cheeks as she only half-jokingly said, "I know I look bad, but...you should really see the other guy." She'd watched in the mirror as his arms only tightened and his lips found the spot behind her ear, already hushing her, telling her it was all right, reminding her that they were free, and as her tears fell, washing the grime and blood and fear and regret from where it had all stained her cheeks, Laura loved him more, more, more than anyone had ever loved anyone else.

That she knew for sure.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

*emerges from the other room covered in blood* you should see the word document

my piece for @palimpsestzine, a pentiment zine!

one of my (many) absolute favorite parts of the game is when you sit down to eat, and have a conversation over a good meal. here's my homage to all that good food :)

be sure to pick up a copy of the zine and enjoy all the incredible pieces in it! link here!

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Kavar and Fenet

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#enemies to lovers supremacy

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Reblog so everyone can hear what they need.

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