it's 2am and i took 17 shots of vodka trying to forget your name
but the only name i forgot was mine. and sober —
His arms rise, hands running along her own that encase him – her head resting on his shoulder and pressing her face into his when he turns his head toward her. The nickname he’s given her hangs in the air between them, equally as tired, emotionally drained, feeling just as deadened as she does. And she, too, feels numb. She feels the hollowness and void growing further within her, lifting her head a small amount as he questions whether or not she’ll sit with him.
As if it were a choice at all.
She moves easily with his tugging, with the soft and cracking sound to his voice. She slips around toward his face so her back is to the bar, easily swinging one leg over him and settling into his lap, pressing herself against him and wrapping her arms tight around him again. Always. She replies back, hands lifting to the back of his head to pull him into her shoulder, into the crook of her own neck, taking solace in the comfort that they at least had each other.
As if it were a choice at all.
She moves easily with his tugging, with the soft and cracking sound to his voice. She slips around toward his face so her back is to the bar, easily swinging one leg over him and settling into his lap, pressing herself against him and wrapping her arms tight around him again. Always. She replies back, hands lifting to the back of his head to pull him into her shoulder, into the crook of her own neck, taking solace in the comfort that they at least had each other.
— or drunk, you're the only thing on my mind
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
