LOCKE
Driving faster in my car
Falling farther from just what we are
Falling farther from just what we are
"Any of them giving you trouble?" His voice is a little bit.. protective, maybe? Either way, it's clear he's not above punching someone for being too pushy. He's come to like a lot of the girls there in a kind of.. friendly sort of way. He recognizes most of them and he's pretty sure they recognize them. He wonders what they think of him. Probably just that he's one of Maeve's regulars, maybe even a favorite. It's kind of true. Except he hasn't paid for a visit since the night he just walked out. He watches her add sugar to her drink before taking another sip of his tea. She loves sweets, doesn't she? Not really his thing but he's noticed that she has a sweet tooth. It's something to keep in mind.
Is something wrong? He's not sure. It doesn't feel like it. Maybe a little bit. He shakes his head anyway, watching her open the little box. Her little gasp is good enough for him and then she's questioning him. Locke chuckles, shaking his head again, "Always need two. Figured you could mix and match whichever one fit your outfit or whatever." He licks his lips, taking another drink, "And I didn't want to just get you another necklace. Feels kind of.. weird at this point? But wanted to give you something to remember me by.. Or.. somethin'."
When she takes his hand, his chest feels tight again. It's something he's done well to ignore over the last few weeks but now.. Everything feels kind of real and wonky? A little to the left of normal. Before she pulls her hand away, he brushes his thumb over her knuckles. It's softer than he would normally be but he's feeling soft right now. "Finally gettin' out of here.."
Is something wrong? He's not sure. It doesn't feel like it. Maybe a little bit. He shakes his head anyway, watching her open the little box. Her little gasp is good enough for him and then she's questioning him. Locke chuckles, shaking his head again, "Always need two. Figured you could mix and match whichever one fit your outfit or whatever." He licks his lips, taking another drink, "And I didn't want to just get you another necklace. Feels kind of.. weird at this point? But wanted to give you something to remember me by.. Or.. somethin'."
When she takes his hand, his chest feels tight again. It's something he's done well to ignore over the last few weeks but now.. Everything feels kind of real and wonky? A little to the left of normal. Before she pulls her hand away, he brushes his thumb over her knuckles. It's softer than he would normally be but he's feeling soft right now. "Finally gettin' out of here.."
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more
These conversations kill
These conversations kill
