we used to play outside when we were young & full of life & full of love
Your arm curls possessively around her, as though you don't quite believe her when she says she has no intention of leaving. And honestly, part of you doesn't, is still terrified of letting her in close enough that it'll leave a scar if she's ripped away.
Which, let's be honest, it's more than a little too late for. But you can lie to yourself with the best of them. You've been doing it for years.
The carpet continues meandering over the sea towards its destination, spurred on by some magic you don't even pretend to understand. "'s goin' t'dinner," you inform her drowsily, making no effort to disentangle yourself, hand playing idly over her shoulder blades. And indeed, it isn't long before the carpet leaves the open sea behind, pulling into a secluded cove that's shielded by cliff on either side. There's a blanket already laid out, and lit candles, and even flowers, bright tropical things, the smell of ginger and gardenia fragrant in the air.
You step off of the carpet first and extend a hand to her, gentlemanly nature belied by the sparkle in your eyes, and the slight insecurity as you wait for her reaction to the scene. A firepit smolders nearby, the smell of meat wafting from it. You don't always set up dates, but when you do you do a fucking good job.
Which, let's be honest, it's more than a little too late for. But you can lie to yourself with the best of them. You've been doing it for years.
The carpet continues meandering over the sea towards its destination, spurred on by some magic you don't even pretend to understand. "'s goin' t'dinner," you inform her drowsily, making no effort to disentangle yourself, hand playing idly over her shoulder blades. And indeed, it isn't long before the carpet leaves the open sea behind, pulling into a secluded cove that's shielded by cliff on either side. There's a blanket already laid out, and lit candles, and even flowers, bright tropical things, the smell of ginger and gardenia fragrant in the air.
You step off of the carpet first and extend a hand to her, gentlemanly nature belied by the sparkle in your eyes, and the slight insecurity as you wait for her reaction to the scene. A firepit smolders nearby, the smell of meat wafting from it. You don't always set up dates, but when you do you do a fucking good job.
zephyr
