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πš‹πšžπšŒπš”πš’ πš‹πšŠπš›πš—πšŽπšœ. ([personal profile] armeyets) wrote2021-03-20 09:00 pm
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[personal profile] secretare 2021-12-27 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Wishful thinking.

( it'd be easier, to let herself hide in him, to forget where that innocent message he'd started the night off with had wandered off to β€” the dark had never learned how to hold her, and she the dark in turn β€” really, she doesn't know if she's invited him here as a means to distract herself or because she's comfortable enough to let him see her at such an hour, when lack of sleep and all its reasons why feast upon her. it's different when you're downing whiskey, tasting it off of one another, when you have an excuse. as it is, there's half a mug of coffee that's run cold sitting on the kitchen counter, and her sobriety is sharp.

she laughs, and while it's fickle β€” distracted, almost, as if she's still not entirely there, present β€” at least it's honest.
)

I guess it's sort of becoming our thing, sleepless sleepovers.

( it seems kind of brash to invite him to her room, and while she can't say there isn't any kindling of want for him when he's standing right there before her, a vivid memory of a few nights prior, it's not what she's after. she waits at least til he's taken the glass from her, wrapping one arm about her frame while the other gestures a hand behind her. )

I was in my room, if you want toβ€” ( join? she is so god awful at this, and it's almost in knowing that she offers an apologetic tilt to the edge of her lips. )
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[personal profile] secretare 2022-01-15 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
( one would think she's familiarized herself with words enough that they'd so easily find her, but as much as they cooperate with a glaring screen, they're only heavy and unwilling when delivered by tongue. what do you need? what do you want? questions she doesn't know what to do with, because it comes resoundingly down to: everything and nothing all at once. she looks back a moment as they stand in her kitchen, and they've been here before, only now it's a different dance. )

I wish I knew.

( it's only a breath, toneless and yearning β€” for what, she can't say. he'd been the first to cross that barrier before, it only seems fair to even the odds.

she's padding closer, teeth already habitually snared into her lips, and eyes and crown are ducking once she's just before him, gathering his hand digit by digit, using it this time to lure him closer to her, rather than merely into the heart of her place.
)

Just you being here isβ€” ( a slight shrug, their fronts flirting together. ) It helps.

I know you're still not exactly accustomed to a bed, but... ( the slow bloom of a half-grin finds her lips, and it's an invitation without bluntly saying so, nodding back towards the darkened entry to a bedroom that's familiar to them both. )