// hope, is wonderfully messy //
Acceptance seemed to gather through the air again, and she let it settle amidst her shoulders. Content, she listened to his explanations and details with a light laugh, releasing all of the tension in her features, or the nervousness that had threatened to gnaw. There’d be more days ahead for that; and she’d rather not squander the few pleasant opportunities they had. “Home it is,” she wrinkled her nose, threading her arm through his, granting that illustrious and luminescent grin once more. “Mm. I bet we can make it even better,” she granted – with no idea of how erred that notion would become.
[FIN]
[FIN]
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
