"That's not what I asked... wouldn't want me there. I leave a mess." Evil the decaying phantasm ushering herself forward just so, swung low sweet chariot to and fro, buried the points of her elbows mildly on the promenade of her kneecaps for leverage in viewing war him. A few dim ribbons of hair swam over her shoulders lissomely, dipped into and pooled at her lap. Now, in this sallow lighting, faint as it was, the architecture of constellations in scattered scars could be detected on her skin. Littered along the landscape of her deadness. The tri-blend bleak prison gray tank top was tattling to her old, forgotten tales. "I asked which one... you wanna know mine..." her eyes half-opened, half-attentive. She wondered why he gave a shit if she sobered up or not. Just throw her off the roof and see if she flies or falls. Sparrows or splats.
"Must be afraid." she woozily challenged in a tone that humiliated sweetness; so girlish and soft. Bring her back to her own apartment without telling her where his was? She was too dancingly out of her right mind to realize he could lie.
Staring up at him, a lamp directly behind the view of his silhouette... darkened the outline of his features. Enlightening his crown into a corona. It made everything painted in fire and steel.