LOCKE
Driving faster in my car
Falling farther from just what we are
Falling farther from just what we are
"Had a long day, Kitten?" He loves when she smiles at him and he can't help but return it. She makes him so soft and he hates it. (Just as much as he loves it, honestly.) He doesn't comment further about his hair though, just kind of soaking in the warmth of her room. It's going to be monsoon season soon and the temperature is going to drop and then likely get very warm before the rains hit. He doesn't have a fire of his own at home so he takes the heat while he can. Locke takes the tea, gently blowing on it before taking a sip. She doesn't indulge him much with tea but he loves when she does. Then again, they rarely have moments of quiet like this. Things tend to get heated pretty quickly.. He almost wished it was right now.
He pulls out the little box, sliding it across the table to her, "Just.. A gift. Nothing special." Inside is a little dagger, silver with amethyst inlaid. There's a little dragon scratched into the blade. It was a bitch to get but it's fine. As long as she doesn't ask how he came across it, it'll be fine. "I've uh.. Gotta tell you somethin' too.." Why is he so fucking nervous about this? It honestly doesn't make sense. It's not like they're lovers.. He takes a sip of his tea to calm himself and it helps, just a little.
He pulls out the little box, sliding it across the table to her, "Just.. A gift. Nothing special." Inside is a little dagger, silver with amethyst inlaid. There's a little dragon scratched into the blade. It was a bitch to get but it's fine. As long as she doesn't ask how he came across it, it'll be fine. "I've uh.. Gotta tell you somethin' too.." Why is he so fucking nervous about this? It honestly doesn't make sense. It's not like they're lovers.. He takes a sip of his tea to calm himself and it helps, just a little.
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more
These conversations kill
These conversations kill
