lights will guide you home, & ignite your bones
& i will try to fix you
& i will try to fix you
'Me neither.' You say with a self-deprecating laugh as you gesture toward one of your legs, holding it up slightly as you take his opportune nudge as an invitation to hold you up. You're hardly graceful or coordinated, that's for sure. "Despite rumours to the contrary, there's nothing but scrawny under here. Even walking this far makes me out of breath." Grinning up at him as if having finally backed him into a corner his charm couldn't get him out of, you nod victoriously. "As you should be, Mr Taliesin. "
Raising a brow as you're suddenly coralled beneath the arm of this madman, you put on the brakes (half comically, half-seriously), as you wind one of your arms around his waist in return, trying to pull him to a halt. "No, no. There is no way you're adding skyboat pilot to your already ridiculous list of professions." You reply, half frowning, half beaming up at him and of course completely ignoring the tail-end of his request.
Raising a brow as you're suddenly coralled beneath the arm of this madman, you put on the brakes (half comically, half-seriously), as you wind one of your arms around his waist in return, trying to pull him to a halt. "No, no. There is no way you're adding skyboat pilot to your already ridiculous list of professions." You reply, half frowning, half beaming up at him and of course completely ignoring the tail-end of his request.
October
