lover's joy is infectious, inflicting a shine in the baseman's honey - like gaze. palms lift upward to cradle the sweetest face between them, pressing affection to the tip of her nose.
〝 now the question is, what is your first victim ...
calloused hands gently move paper aside, reaching into the bag, and grabbing out the items.
“watercolors?” she asks, brows lifting, carefully opening the case to gaze at colors. “they’re so beautiful…” smile is a permanent fixture now, nodding slowly.
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... picked rather meticulously from the art supply in town, ﹠. the second being a palette of watercolors.
〝 i know this isn't your usual medium, but the little old man at the store said everyone loves them, so .. 〞
lips, no longer painted with their usual crimson, curl into a grin as the gift is accepted. 〝 open it ﹠. find out. 〞 she says, fingertips tapping against her thighs.
nestled beneath tissue paper lay two items: the first is a book, ...
“what are you up to?”
she calls down the hall, a small laugh following, but patiently waiting for the first baseman’s return.
eyes widen at the bag, a gentle sigh passing through lips.
“you didn’t need to get me anything…”
smile is still affixed on dimpled
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〝 just stay there ! 〞
greta calls from the hall to @catchingdenial, her grin audible in her tone. a little gift is plucked from it's spot in the closet, tucked behind greta's dresses where carson will not find it.
she returns ...
weary bones find their haven perched upon shoulders, content to stay in this place for the rest of time⎯ .. ﹠. yet, greta doesn't stay, she never does.
with a crimson kiss pressed to the catcher's hairline, lithe limbs are peeled ...
〝 you know how madame hughes can be; she kept me a little later than usual. 〞 her tone sweet, her slight smile nearly audible in her words. a breath is tugged into lungs, 〝 i missed you more. 〞