// hope, is wonderfully messy //
“I suppose that’s true,” she gave on a little sigh, trying to forgo the way all those interruptions had been cosmic imbalances, heartaches, and devastations. New chances to forge onward were bigger picture moments in her mind, despite everything else that had come before, mirroring the hope on his features. She grinned in turn though, clinking her cider glass against his. “To better moments,” she whispered, before her lips found Zavien’s somewhere around the mask, and she sipped her drink thereafter.
She had to laugh at his inquiry, light and airy, because ordinarily she wouldn’t say no to food. But he seemed all the more eager to persist in showing her an exact demonstration of his skills, and she wasn’t going to waste a moment more. “We can snack after,” she winked as well, settling her hand in his, ready to dazzle and twist and be foolish, be merry, be hopeful, be divine, in a sanction not well known for any of those things. “Show me!”
She had to laugh at his inquiry, light and airy, because ordinarily she wouldn’t say no to food. But he seemed all the more eager to persist in showing her an exact demonstration of his skills, and she wasn’t going to waste a moment more. “We can snack after,” she winked as well, settling her hand in his, ready to dazzle and twist and be foolish, be merry, be hopeful, be divine, in a sanction not well known for any of those things. “Show me!”
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
