we used to play outside when we were young & full of life & full of love
Oh. So you may have misread this situation.
The blush that bronzes your cheeks is hot even in comparison to the fire, and her coy smile is met with your own chagrined one as the realization of just how badly you misjudged this strikes home. "Oh. Uh. Ok. That's good. I just- y'said y'thought I was gona do somethin', an'..." You trail off haplessly, shrugging thoroughly embarrassed by how awkward you've made everything. Your foot scuffs against the sand, heel digging a hole you would like very much to vanish into. And here you are not even drunk yet.
You're staring at your lap like an embarrassed schoolboy when she starts up again, and damn if you can't help the sudden smile that cuts across your face like sunshine, or the fluttering in your chest at those first few words. The rest of it? Not as important. Problems for future you. But that? The thing you've now both said for the first time in the most unplanned way possible?
It's almost shy, the way you look at her, and yet there's mischief glittering in your eyes above a face that's just barely managing to stay shy of shit-eatingly-delighted. "What, 'Safrin's tits'? Didn' know y'were so fond'a them, tho' they are pretty excellent. Y'know, in an unobtainable-slightly-terrifyin'-goddess kinda way."
The blush that bronzes your cheeks is hot even in comparison to the fire, and her coy smile is met with your own chagrined one as the realization of just how badly you misjudged this strikes home. "Oh. Uh. Ok. That's good. I just- y'said y'thought I was gona do somethin', an'..." You trail off haplessly, shrugging thoroughly embarrassed by how awkward you've made everything. Your foot scuffs against the sand, heel digging a hole you would like very much to vanish into. And here you are not even drunk yet.
You're staring at your lap like an embarrassed schoolboy when she starts up again, and damn if you can't help the sudden smile that cuts across your face like sunshine, or the fluttering in your chest at those first few words. The rest of it? Not as important. Problems for future you. But that? The thing you've now both said for the first time in the most unplanned way possible?
It's almost shy, the way you look at her, and yet there's mischief glittering in your eyes above a face that's just barely managing to stay shy of shit-eatingly-delighted. "What, 'Safrin's tits'? Didn' know y'were so fond'a them, tho' they are pretty excellent. Y'know, in an unobtainable-slightly-terrifyin'-goddess kinda way."
zephyr
