forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

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That night?)

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Macha clung to her pyjamas as she sat on the bed, debating on whether or not she still felt comfortable changing in front of him.

(okay)

Tyler looked over at her worriedly. "What's wrong?" He asked, resting his hand on her shoulder gently.

Macha exhaled slowly. “Nothing. I still have your old pyjamas— here, let me get them for you.”

"Macha I can tell when you're lying." He said, getting his pajamas himself.

She turned away and pulled her shirt over her head without another word.

Tyler sighed a little and didn't say anything else while he changed as well.

Macha made a half-hearted attempt to cover the slashes on her hipbones and stomach, dressing as quickly as possible.

"Why are you hiding from me?" Tyler asked quietly, walking back over to her after changing.

“Because I’m ashamed,” she whispered, double checking that the long slash on her stomach was covered.

"Don't be ashamed…" Tyler replied gently, sitting down next to her.

“Too late.” She drew her knees up to her chest and reached forward to push her hand into his hair. “It’s white now.”

"I know! I don't like it.." Tyler complained, frowning a little.

“How did it happen…?” She murmured, scooting closer.

"I'm not really sure. I'm just so old." He gasped dramatically, falling back onto the bed.

A tiny ghost of a smile passed over her features. “My hair is white, what am I?”

"Not white. Platinum. It's beautiful and you look amazing." Tyler said, leaning up on his elbows.

She flushed lightly, bending down to ruffle his hair again.

“You should get some sleep.” Tyler told her, scrunching his nose up when she ruffled his hair.

“I will in a bit,” Macha promised him. “Most likely.”

“It’s almost two am Macha. You should really sleep now..” He said gently, trying not to force it on her.

She exhaled slowly, gesturing towards her desk. “Just a few more minutes of studying. You sleep now, I’ll join you later.”

Tyler held on to her arm and pouted. “Pleaseeeee?”

Macha shook her head, gently extracting her arm from his grip and rising to her feet. "Sleep, Tyler. I'll join you later."

Tyler laid back onto the bed. He wasn’t going to sleep but he wasn’t going to argue with Macha anymore.

A small sigh of relief parted her lips when he didn't argue, and she rose, her fingers tracing the jagged scar running down her neck— the one he had given her. "Goodnight."

“Goodnight..” He replied quietly, sighing softly and laying back.