as the world comes to an end
i'll be there to hold your hand
i'll be there to hold your hand
"Hardly a thief," you correct in turn, raising an eyebrow at the younger man. There's a line to be drawn between what you do and full on thievery - a thin, delicate, easily crossed line, but a line nonetheless. Still, the correction is softened by the humor that dances once again around your eyes, never quite reaching your mouth but there nonetheless.
Humor that brightens further when he asks about your name. Resisting the urge to snort, you simply jerk your head in a nod, letting his hand go and turning back to the ocean. "Yup." Yup, and you don't much care if he knows the whole thing- Zephyr is a stupid name, and you'd rather it not get around.
Tired of squatting you finally sit, balancing your weight on your hands and letting your legs hang over the dock in a way that mirrors Sam. It's a lovely night and you don't feel much need to be getting back to your empty house just yet. While you'll never admit to being a lonely old man, the truth is that's exactly what you are.
A lonely old man who's terrible at small talk. Gods, you have to get out more.
Humor that brightens further when he asks about your name. Resisting the urge to snort, you simply jerk your head in a nod, letting his hand go and turning back to the ocean. "Yup." Yup, and you don't much care if he knows the whole thing- Zephyr is a stupid name, and you'd rather it not get around.
Tired of squatting you finally sit, balancing your weight on your hands and letting your legs hang over the dock in a way that mirrors Sam. It's a lovely night and you don't feel much need to be getting back to your empty house just yet. While you'll never admit to being a lonely old man, the truth is that's exactly what you are.
A lonely old man who's terrible at small talk. Gods, you have to get out more.
you're a king and i'm a lionheart
ZEPH
