// hope, is wonderfully messy //
That giddy little excitement and enthrallment rang over all the other emotions; alternating over the dread and gloom, the misgivings and precedents, the unknown and the gaping mire. Instead, she laughed as he uttered don’t move, purposefully stock still, save for the grin on her face. It felt like an eternity – and she was half-inclined to open one eye just to see what he was getting up to – but then then were movements around her neck, and she was motionless again.
The lightest touch of a cool, metallic chain fell around her skin, and she could ascertain some sort of necklace. Once everything was declared ready though, her gaze flickered towards the golden essence and the embedded nuances; recognizing the lavender nestled against her flesh instantly. “It’s beautiful,” she gasped, a few breaths following through, trying to calm the rush of something across her senses, but the flush of her cheeks was still there and she could feel some semblance of tears threatening to trickle against the corners of her eyes. Maybe she hadn't realized how deep Gavin's sentimentality ran; or how clear and distinct some memories and meetings had become. “Thank you. This is very thoughtful,” and her fingers went to brush over the charm, before lingering at the close-knit touches of his shirt, purposefully dashing away a few stray tears with the palm of one hand, a laugh following thereafter. “Don’t think I can top that one.”
The lightest touch of a cool, metallic chain fell around her skin, and she could ascertain some sort of necklace. Once everything was declared ready though, her gaze flickered towards the golden essence and the embedded nuances; recognizing the lavender nestled against her flesh instantly. “It’s beautiful,” she gasped, a few breaths following through, trying to calm the rush of something across her senses, but the flush of her cheeks was still there and she could feel some semblance of tears threatening to trickle against the corners of her eyes. Maybe she hadn't realized how deep Gavin's sentimentality ran; or how clear and distinct some memories and meetings had become. “Thank you. This is very thoughtful,” and her fingers went to brush over the charm, before lingering at the close-knit touches of his shirt, purposefully dashing away a few stray tears with the palm of one hand, a laugh following thereafter. “Don’t think I can top that one.”
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
