you and me we're a day drink
“I think yer too hard on yerself, Aurelia.” He offers her with a soft shrug once his laughter subsides. Her arms find their place around his back and his sink easily around her shoulders, keeping her in and flashing her a bright pale smile in response, shifting the subject to whom had captured Aurelia’s attention enough for a kiss.
The realization of it being Maeve, however, has that amused grin forming back on his face, his hand stroking gently along her cheek as she reaches up to caress his. And he nuzzles his cheek into her hand, paired with the soft scratch of his five-o-clock shadow, smirking lightly as he nods and offers all of himself to her seeking gaze. “It doesn’t. So long as ‘m still th’one y’want. I don’ care.” There’s a quiet request lingering in the words.
A request that says that she could do whatever she wanted, so long as she didn’t leave him.
“Yer still mine if that’s what yer wonderin’.” He offers her softly, tilting his head to kiss her palm now from where it sits. “’n I’m still yers. Though I guess it means y’can’t get mad if I kiss someone else, huh?” He taunts her, playfully of course, but the jest is made with the hidden attempt of feeling it out and seeing what she thought, whether it was a road that went both ways.
The realization of it being Maeve, however, has that amused grin forming back on his face, his hand stroking gently along her cheek as she reaches up to caress his. And he nuzzles his cheek into her hand, paired with the soft scratch of his five-o-clock shadow, smirking lightly as he nods and offers all of himself to her seeking gaze. “It doesn’t. So long as ‘m still th’one y’want. I don’ care.” There’s a quiet request lingering in the words.
A request that says that she could do whatever she wanted, so long as she didn’t leave him.
“Yer still mine if that’s what yer wonderin’.” He offers her softly, tilting his head to kiss her palm now from where it sits. “’n I’m still yers. Though I guess it means y’can’t get mad if I kiss someone else, huh?” He taunts her, playfully of course, but the jest is made with the hidden attempt of feeling it out and seeing what she thought, whether it was a road that went both ways.
so lose your faith in me
MILO
