zephyr
You know better and yet there you go, leaning deeper into her touch, inhaling deeply of her scent. Addict that you are you turn in toward her, running a blunt nose up her chin and back behind her ear.
"Whaddabout what you need? The things'at you don' have?" The slurred murmur presses warmly on her neck, a handful of sweet yet sloppy kisses trailing to her jaw. Pulling away it's now your turn to cup her her delicate cheek in your rough palm, bringing her close so you can peer boyishly into the stormy eyes.
"You could never be wasted." There's whiskey on your breath and stubble on your face and your eyes are red and you're really very drunk. Not the perfect recipe for romance, but maybe the only combination that would permit you to get over yourself. "You're... You're exquisite. Taku kairangi. Can I kiss ya, Vervy?" Something you've done a hundred times by now, and yet there goes your heart like a gods-damned schoolboy's, dancing to the beat of a thousand awkward boners underneath the oppression of that dread beast, a crush.
"Whaddabout what you need? The things'at you don' have?" The slurred murmur presses warmly on her neck, a handful of sweet yet sloppy kisses trailing to her jaw. Pulling away it's now your turn to cup her her delicate cheek in your rough palm, bringing her close so you can peer boyishly into the stormy eyes.
"You could never be wasted." There's whiskey on your breath and stubble on your face and your eyes are red and you're really very drunk. Not the perfect recipe for romance, but maybe the only combination that would permit you to get over yourself. "You're... You're exquisite. Taku kairangi. Can I kiss ya, Vervy?" Something you've done a hundred times by now, and yet there goes your heart like a gods-damned schoolboy's, dancing to the beat of a thousand awkward boners underneath the oppression of that dread beast, a crush.
burn all the things you have to burn
save all the people you're supposed to save
save all the people you're supposed to save
