LOCKE
Driving faster in my car
Falling farther from just what we are
Falling farther from just what we are
Remember when he said he'd never come back here? Yeah, that was a lie. A very big fat lie. He probably spent at least one or two nights a week here, and even a few hours outside of that. It was almost a second home at this point. Not intentionally but it just kind of happened. His favorite is when she takes callers while he's in the room. Nothing like seeing how uncomfortable they get with him being there. He always leaves but it does something for his ego.
But he's not here for sex. He lightly touches his pocket, steeling himself before knocking on her door. He's almost hoping she isn't home. Not that it matters. They're fuck buddies, who cares if he goes away? She won't. She's got plenty of favorites and maybe even a few other lovers. She probably won't even notice him being gone. But he kind of hopes she does.
He's dressed a little nicer than normal, his hair actually brushed for once. He's trying to play proper now that he's joined the dragoons. Not that he's been asked to but it just feels right. He's trying to get his act together for some damn reason so why not start with the way he looks, right? His hand slips back into his pocket, running over the trinket inside. Why is he so fucking nervous?
But he's not here for sex. He lightly touches his pocket, steeling himself before knocking on her door. He's almost hoping she isn't home. Not that it matters. They're fuck buddies, who cares if he goes away? She won't. She's got plenty of favorites and maybe even a few other lovers. She probably won't even notice him being gone. But he kind of hopes she does.
He's dressed a little nicer than normal, his hair actually brushed for once. He's trying to play proper now that he's joined the dragoons. Not that he's been asked to but it just feels right. He's trying to get his act together for some damn reason so why not start with the way he looks, right? His hand slips back into his pocket, running over the trinket inside. Why is he so fucking nervous?
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more
These conversations kill
These conversations kill
