#( r. hendrix // reyna x zoa. )

[reynahendrix]

⸻ literally. this place literally ate people alive. if those things tucked in the woods didn't tear you to shreds, your own sanity certainly could. reyna hadn't commented on the faint words as she approached the outside of the cinema. her home. she imagined it once was lively. full of community eager for lights to dim, film to roll, and popcorn to pop into moviegoer mouths. a generous thought compared to what the cinema was now. " do you think they tremble ? " sliding over the punch to her title, reyna's hands slipped from her back pockets. she wasn't the type to shine in authority. outside of this town she wasn't ever barking orders. her chest sighed out in attempt to handle the snarky drawl. her reactive stance with zoa was at a minimal. " smoking, or do you just like to burn shit ? " reyna wondered as a matchbook was tucked away in one of her pockets. " i haven't seen your lighter, no, but i can keep an eye out for it. who knows, maybe i'll scare it into view. you know, being a guard and all. " her lips tugged upwards. just slightly.

who: zoa and reyna (@reynahendrix) where: outside the cinema

“god, this place just eats things alive,” zoa mutters under her breath, whisking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, only for it to fight back, falling stubbornly into her face. she exhales, emerald hues dragging over the cracked asphalt. somewhere out here was her lighter. the lighter wasn’t sentimental or special, just useful—and she wasn’t about to leave without it.

boots suddenly come into view. zoa’s gaze follows them up until they land on reyna, one of the guards. one of the better ones, sure, but still a guard.

“wow, you’re really earning that title. bet every monster is trembling while you stand there,” she quips, her tone dry and sarcastic. “have you seen a lighter? tacky as fuck and covered in cherries.” zoa straightens, brushing her hair back again as she meets reyna’s stance. “but it works, making it more valuable than most of the shit here.”