LOCKE
The gentle brush of her thumb across his jaw is almost enough to crumble him. He's tried so hard to make her hate him and yet he continues to fail. Maybe that's really all he's good at, failing. The corner of his mouth quirks up as he leans into her embrace until she pulls away. They're very bad at denying themselves the things they want. Maybe they're both a little greedy, a little gluttonous.
But then she's trying to stand so he helps her up, leaning down so she can brace against him. "Hey, careful. Don't hurt yerself." He catches her misstep and frowns but brushes it off quickly. No use in lingering on it any longer than he has to, right? "Yeah, suppose so. It's getting late." He has no want to go home but he'll walk her back to the Halenani at least. Pretend to be a good boy and go to his apartment. Likely he'll just come back here, sleep on the beach.
But then she's trying to stand so he helps her up, leaning down so she can brace against him. "Hey, careful. Don't hurt yerself." He catches her misstep and frowns but brushes it off quickly. No use in lingering on it any longer than he has to, right? "Yeah, suppose so. It's getting late." He has no want to go home but he'll walk her back to the Halenani at least. Pretend to be a good boy and go to his apartment. Likely he'll just come back here, sleep on the beach.
I'm motivated by the lack of doubt
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
