we used to play outside when we were young & full of life & full of love
You keep her hand clenched in yours, your need for stability less physical and more emotional. There's a pure delight upon her face that cracks the stony shell of your heart, leaving you breathlessly amazed and pleased to have been part of its cause. And, yes, smug as a snake in a patch of sun, but you wouldn't be you without a little bit of insufferable self-satisfaction on your stupid face.
The running is predictably Vai, just as the half-hearted grumble of protest is predictably you. Noe and Haku squawk indignantly at the increased pace, but keep their places for now, and you make a mental note to give them enough crackers tomorrow that they gorge themselves and can't eat more. Maybe some booze - do birds like booze? These two have earned a drink.
It's exactly what you needed, too, and you're glad to have been able to offer her some respite from the shitshow of the world. It's hard for you to express what she means to you, how much she's carved a place in your life; even now you find yourself at a loss for words. Flushed and breathless, you instead settle on actions, stopping the run to her into an embrace, the birds again shifting to accommodate the sudden proximity of your bodies. Cupping her cheek in your hand you bring her to you, pressing a passionate, adoring kiss to her delicious lips, all the things you can't quite say poured into the touch.
The running is predictably Vai, just as the half-hearted grumble of protest is predictably you. Noe and Haku squawk indignantly at the increased pace, but keep their places for now, and you make a mental note to give them enough crackers tomorrow that they gorge themselves and can't eat more. Maybe some booze - do birds like booze? These two have earned a drink.
It's exactly what you needed, too, and you're glad to have been able to offer her some respite from the shitshow of the world. It's hard for you to express what she means to you, how much she's carved a place in your life; even now you find yourself at a loss for words. Flushed and breathless, you instead settle on actions, stopping the run to her into an embrace, the birds again shifting to accommodate the sudden proximity of your bodies. Cupping her cheek in your hand you bring her to you, pressing a passionate, adoring kiss to her delicious lips, all the things you can't quite say poured into the touch.
zephyr
