His crown lit up the way as he moved slowly
It's such a strange thing, how well she fits against you, her body tucking into yours as though it were designed to do so. Your laughter rumbles against her at the prospect of flooding the house, the prospect remarkably unconcerning to you. "Wouldn' be the first time," you reply with a shrug, fingers moving down to rub gently over her back. Though the question about Sam has you sobering up, your smile giving way to a concerned frown. "He was movin' int'a town, an' then he... left. Went back t'the Grounds with only a note."
This time your sigh is heavy, some of the worries of real life creeping in through the delicious steam. Guilt eats you at the thought, because you know you should check in on the kid, but you've been so fucking busy with the whole plague situation. "Reckon I oughta make sure he's doin' okay. These damn kids. Too many strays t'keep track'a."
Problems for future Zeph. Present Zeph is naked in a hot spring with his even hotter girlfriend. Priorities. "Y'know, if we ain't puttin' a tub in th'spare room, maybe Felix'd like it. Livin' in that cramped governor's place can't be much fun for a growin' kid. I know I always wanted my own room at that age."
This time your sigh is heavy, some of the worries of real life creeping in through the delicious steam. Guilt eats you at the thought, because you know you should check in on the kid, but you've been so fucking busy with the whole plague situation. "Reckon I oughta make sure he's doin' okay. These damn kids. Too many strays t'keep track'a."
Problems for future Zeph. Present Zeph is naked in a hot spring with his even hotter girlfriend. Priorities. "Y'know, if we ain't puttin' a tub in th'spare room, maybe Felix'd like it. Livin' in that cramped governor's place can't be much fun for a growin' kid. I know I always wanted my own room at that age."
past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind
zephyr
