pluviophile.
i’m crying (laughing) bc every time i try to come back here a bitch is trying to stir up some drama and i’m like FHEJFNENDNDRJ goodbye lmaooooo
“ how dare you accuse me of
that .ᐣ ! “ obviously he’s merely
kidding, a teasing edge to his
words. scooting even closer now,
maybe she won’t notice how *️
incredibly near he is ﹒﹒﹒ “ wa-
tch out,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ Perhaps. ❞
Her smile is only ever full, giggles left to grow kind of quiet, save for a small bubble of her glee slipping through.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ Simply borrowing words you've used for me before. ❞
Expression shifts, feigned concern being shown in both —
oh, she’s beyond beautiful — mis-
matched hues travel along the out-
lines of her face when her eyes are
closed, they take in every single de-
tail, lips agape as if to take in a
breath in disbelief.
Eyes give a noticeable glance to his person, flashing back to his face— to that smile. Always the charmer, even in the most domestic of settings. It's certainly a sight she could get use to.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ Well, of course. ❞
She starts, shuffling just a tad, other hand —
“ good. “ a grin so wide it hurts his
cheeks. he rolls onto his stomach,
now gazing up at him, arms thrown
around his hips. “ would be a
hot mess if you didn’t. “
pushing back all those meetings ﹒﹒﹒
i suppose you could do that for
me, yes .ᐣ you 𝐚𝐧𝐝 me both need
a day off, after all. and isn’t this
bed a dream, hm .ᐣ “
“ mhh, yes, actually —–— you put
it perfectly, darling. “ flashing a
smile that has conquered and shat-
tered many hearts at the same time,
vincent scoots closer, almost imper-
ceptibly slow. “ so ﹒﹒﹒ about
Admiration for the bed is slowly settled as she gets herself comfortable; laying herself down on her side with an arm curled up under the pillow. She curls her legs, but not by much. Just to be comfortable.
Warm brown eyes find him again, a faint warmth sprinkling her cheeks —