bang bang
harley's taking a break from the boys. she has three at the moment who have been sending goddamn flowers to her bunk. she's going to need to shake them off soon, she decides. she's wearing a black skirt that reaches mid-thigh, a form-fitting white shirt, a black leather jacket, and leopard print pumps. she got a hecate boy about a month ago to charm them for her, so they never sink into the ground. her blonde hair is perfectly curled, her eyes are perfectly lined, and her lips are perfectly stained. she takes a bite out of the apple she's holding, enjoying the brief sunlight.
the days are getting colder and shorter, and harley doesn't like it, but today's unnaturally warm for november, so she saw her chance and took it. she's underneath thalia's tree, leaning against the trunk. harley can respect thalia. hell, harley would join the hunters, except that she has too much fun with boys. it's quiet as she watches a flock of birds fly off to some place warmer, and for a short moment, wishes she could join them.
there goes your heart
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