“ And  What  If  It  Is? ”  Raises  A  Testing  Eyebrow  As  Indigo  Carries  Their 

“ and  what  if  it  is? ”  raises  a  testing  eyebrow  as  indigo  carries  their  latest  delivery  to  be  alphabetised.  “ where  is  your  whimsy,  ozzy?  your  imagination?  your  sense  of  fun? ”  she  teases  the  man  who  holds  the  title  of  her  first  love,  syllables  falling  so  smoothly  from  her  tongue  it’s  hard  to  imagine  that  title  is  prefaced  with  ‘ex’.  and  how  he  got  that  title  is  simple  enough,  a  relationship  in  their  early  twenties  that  burned  too  bright  and  moved  too  fast,  over  before  it  had  ever  really  started.  she  had  fallen  hard  for  sweet  nothings,  not  realising  the  butterflies  in  her  belly  were  really  piranhas  and  his  words  were  scooped  lazily  from  a  basket  of  catchphrases,  a  string  located  in  his  back  to  be  pulled  for  flattery.  ( luckily,  she’s  not  one  to  hold  a  grudge  -  time  heals  all  wounds  etc. )    “ did  you  know  she  was  told  by  doctors  she’d  never  sing  again?  and  look  at  her  now!  girls  really  do  just  wanna  have  fun…  i  completely  understand  where  she’s  coming  from.  we’re  simpatico. ”  

“ And  What  If  It  Is? ”  Raises  A  Testing  Eyebrow  As  Indigo  Carries  Their 

who : @hctbxed where : scratch that records when : monday , closing shift

Who : @hctbxed Where : Scratch That Records When : Monday , Closing Shift

" who's been in control of the jukebox ?? " ozzy asks the room in a light-hearted , yet somewhat accusatory tone ; but speaking to seemingly nobody in particular on his way out from the staff room to over to the cash registers . he likes cyndi lauper's chart hits as much as the next person , but he doesn't need to listen to a full album of her . when indigo pops up from behind a stack of boxes ( newly delivered stock , hot off the presses ) he almost jumps out of his skin . he wasn't expecting to see her today — could've sworn her name wasn't on the shift rota , but he did have a habit of forgetting things . he feels a little awkward in the presence of his ex-girlfriend , but clears his throat and tries to act like he would with any of his other coworkers . " it's not you , is it ?? i can get down to some of the super mainstream stuff , but this is getting a little old pretty fast ... "

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she’s  not  one  for  reticence  but  is  timid  in  the  way  she  folds  her  hand  into  his,  slow  and  delicate,  as  though  the  bubble  could  pop  &  the  illusion  could  shatter  any  second.  “ the  honour  is  all  mine, ”  indigo  whispers  reluctantly,  scared  any  word  that  leaves  her  lips  could  make  him  change  his  mind,  find  company  elsewhere  and  leave  her  with  a  dry  mouth  and  heavy  heart.  if  love  is  golden  then  a  crush  must  be  yellow,  she  thinks.  if  tate  is  the  sun,  she  is  an  adoring  astronomer  finding  ways  to  enter  his  gravity,  desperate  to  feel  his  pull  against  her  skin.  she  follows  him  to  the  roof,  only  allowing  herself  to  breathe  when  they’ve  reached  their  destination,  the  night  sky  draping  over  their  shoulders  like  a  navy  bedsheet.  “ do  you  have  a  lighter?  i  think  i  have  one  somewhere.. ”  she  paws  at  her  pockets,  producing  a  purple  lighter  with  ‘ indigo ’  written  in  diamantes  along  one  side.  “ a  gift  from  my  dad  last  christmas ”  she  says  proudly,  handing  over  the  tool. 

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