
RICHIE AND KATE are both awake, more often than not, at night. richie for burn in the sunlight like a sinner on judgement day reasons and kate because she can’t sleep without dreaming. it wouldn’t be so bad if they were the dreams she used to have, weird happenings costarring her friends & family and the odd celebrity. no, these are filled with fire and blood-red eyes, the voice of her mother and the queen of hell echoing in the emptiness. kate’s not in control when she sleeps. so she sits in the courtyard of the motel with the man. sometimes they talk, sometimes they don’t. tonight it’s one of the former. ‘ hey, richie ? ’ she begins, voice soft as it rings through the humid mexican air. ‘ do you still smoke ? ’ / @fatecrossed