WEAVER
she was beautiful
in the way a forest fire was beautiful
in the way a forest fire was beautiful
She chuckles at that, giving him a look that’s supposed to be unimpressed, though she can’t quite suppress her grin. ”Fine, I guess that’s acceptable.” His fingers continue playing with her hair, and she settles into the pillow as well, back pressed against the couch, exhaustion and contentment sweeping over her like a blanket.
She appreciates how they both keep touching, how it isn’t just over. Though there would be no strings attached, she enjoys this almost as much. There’s something to be said for the connection that comes in the lull, in the aftermath. There’s understanding that sings between them, shared horrors and sorrows, something rooting slightly deeper with the sharing. ”On purpose, yes, though not for tonight specifically. I had no grand schemes in mind,” she says with a chuckle. Though he’s right, the cocktails are strong. Mixes of different liquors designed to taste more like juice than alcohol, designed to go down just a little too easily. ”You picked me for a reason, did you not?” she says, a teasing lilt in her voice, her hand finding his jaw and her thumb stroking his cheek.
She appreciates how they both keep touching, how it isn’t just over. Though there would be no strings attached, she enjoys this almost as much. There’s something to be said for the connection that comes in the lull, in the aftermath. There’s understanding that sings between them, shared horrors and sorrows, something rooting slightly deeper with the sharing. ”On purpose, yes, though not for tonight specifically. I had no grand schemes in mind,” she says with a chuckle. Though he’s right, the cocktails are strong. Mixes of different liquors designed to taste more like juice than alcohol, designed to go down just a little too easily. ”You picked me for a reason, did you not?” she says, a teasing lilt in her voice, her hand finding his jaw and her thumb stroking his cheek.
something to be admired from a distance
