Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Tracing her gaze idly along half familiar details of the bathroom, the young woman hummed slowly as she compared this space to her own home. "I think so," she replied. "Maybe the tub could be a bit bigger..." Angling her head back to brush a kiss to his scruffy cheek, Maea tried to catch a glimpse of Liam's expression. "Would you really like to live there with me? Not here? Or.. I don't know... build something that's new for us both instead?" Certainly she loved her house, and all the history that came with it, and she would love to stay there. Liam had lived here far longer though, and for some reason the idea of uprooting him for her own benefit felt... selfish. Getting tired of my own words
Still. The notion of living together with Liam drew a giddy little smile to her lips. They were rarely apart already (sans unexpected journeys) yet it would be different. To belong in the same space, to open wardrobes and drawers to see his belongings there, right next to her own... Raising to catch his hand and intertwine their fingers, her heart felt full to bursting. "What does your ideal home look like? Not just layout and furniture, but all of it - " Routines and creature comforts, the vibes –
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
