the sound of her laughter never ceases to make her feel warm. there was something about it that touches her soul and makes trinity feel some type of holiness.
her own laughter ensues, her arms wrapping tightly around her frame with devotion and care. βwhatever β
she has to laugh , at it going from bad to worse , the sound muffled as she buries her face in the crook of trinityβs neck . β theyβre both along the same vein , but both accurate , i suppose . β
the prolonged silence said much and Trinity shook her head gently, βmaybe clingy is not the right word. . . How about, needy?β But of course thereβs no negative connotation with either word
β β¦ β her brows furrow and unfurrow , but she brushes aside the remark , knowing thereβs no negative connotation behind β clingy β when coming from her wife .
β i donβt know , ignore me , that was my tired brain conjuring up something silly . β she absolutely does not want to be ignored , she wants to be cuddled .