|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Fairytales~Ugh, why me? I hate headaches. ~
Kurt held a hand to his throbbing skull, kneading gently as if that would ease the ache that resonated between his pointed ears. It had been like this ever since Mesmero's influence had left his mind earlier that day. Since then, he and the others had left the circus grounds and gone back home to dry off from the rain and get some needed food and rest. The first two Kurt had achieved without too much grief, but by now his head throbbed so bad it hurt to blink.
Stifling another groan, he continued downstairs towards the med bay, it wouldn't help his head to be porting right then.
As he passed by Rogue's and Kitty's room, a brunette head poked out of the wood.
"Kurt?" Kitty asked drowsily, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
Kurt tried to give her a grin, "Did I vake you?"
"No, I wasn't sleeping." She stepped out entirely, looking exhausted with bags under her eyes. Kurt felt for her, he was about ready to collapse there in the middle of the hall.
"You okay, yo
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
Keep in Touch!