𝒜𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐺𝑂𝐷

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ⠀ 𝒄𝒂𝒏 ⠀ 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 ⠀ sᴀʏ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ '𝑨͟𝑻͟𝑬 ⠀ 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽⠀ 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’ ⠀

[𝒜𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐺𝑂𝐷 @OBSTlNATECINEMA]

𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐄𝐑

[ً @kreophagos]

one day, you will have to stomach that you can save some of them, or none of them. it will feel like a knife in the gut that you grip to twist yourself, because hope is the greatest killer of all.

[𝒜𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐺𝑂𝐷 @OBSTlNATECINEMA]

/ my day off is tomorrow so I’ll be here to do replies as well as on my college au van 🥰🥺

[𝒜𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐺𝑂𝐷 @OBSTlNATECINEMA]

—; @fullycaIibrated

[ً @holyaches]

to have spent my life holding my hands in tightly hidden fists. to try to understand what it would mean， now， to hold them open. i have always felt ashamed at being witnessed in the act of wanting something i could not have.

[𝒜𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐺𝑂𝐷 @OBSTlNATECINEMA]

— rough. hand lifting as the silence stretches. fingers moving through her hair with ease. “I want you.” a pause as his head shifts lips closing in but not completely. “I want 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.”

[𝒜𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐺𝑂𝐷 @OBSTlNATECINEMA]

he can’t help how his breathe hitches. body shuddering, gripping the edge of the counter like it’s a lifeline to some semblance of reality. that last thread of restraint being pulled with such ease.

lips against his jaw and it’s his final undoing. “you have—we have.” voice—

[𝒜𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐺𝑂𝐷 @OBSTlNATECINEMA]

who is charlotte matthews:

[𝒜𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐺𝑂𝐷 @OBSTlNATECINEMA]

—steady, but there’s a pull beneath it—something hungry, something almost daring. “you know i can’t just give it to you that easy.”

[𝒜𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐺𝑂𝐷 @OBSTlNATECINEMA]

his chest tighten, the counter cold against his back, but there’s nothing cold about the way he responds. one hand slides up her side, firm, steady, while the other rests at her waist, keeping her close. a breath catching in his throat.

“you want me to say it?” his voice is—

[𝒜𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐺𝑂𝐷 @OBSTlNATECINEMA]

—presence. “you know what to do, taissa.”

[𝒜𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐺𝑂𝐷 @OBSTlNATECINEMA]

his gaze never leaves hers, as if he’s daring her to be the one to break first. “if you really want to test it…” he lets the thought hang in the space between them, “really want to know what I *want.”

his body leaning in just enough that she can feel the heat of his —

[𝒜𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐺𝑂𝐷 @OBSTlNATECINEMA]

—the smallest movement might shatter something delicate.

“if you’ve never doubted it,” he continues, a quiet, knowing smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, “then maybe we’re both just as stubborn as I thought.”

[𝒜𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐺𝑂𝐷 @OBSTlNATECINEMA]

“maybe it’s not just about saving,” he says, voice softer, the weight of the words settling in the space between them. “maybe it’s about fighting for what I know I still want.”

he leans in, just a little, but doesn’t break the invisible line they’ve drawn between them, like —

[𝒜𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐺𝑂𝐷 @OBSTlNATECINEMA]

“testing if there’s anything left to save.”

he doesn’t touch her, doesn’t breathe too hard, like the whole moment might collapse if he does. but his eyes are steady—aching, defiant.

“and I think… I still want there to be.”

[𝒜𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐺𝑂𝐷 @OBSTlNATECINEMA]

the weight of years—of longing—pressing into him. breath hitches ever so slightly, but he doesn’t move. “you’re … testing me, tai.”

jaw tightening, lets out a breath, slow and measured, trying to reclaim control. “all I’m saying is, there’s only so much I can hold onto.”

[𝒜𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐺𝑂𝐷 @OBSTlNATECINEMA]

“guess it depends on the reason you’re asking.”

leans in— not enough to close the space completely. gaze drifts—eyes, lips, eyes again.

“you’ve been playing with fire long enough, tai… don’t be surprised when it burns.”

a knowing look tossed. “or is that what you want?”

[𝒜𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐺𝑂𝐷 @OBSTlNATECINEMA]

“since you started making everything sound like a trick question.”

he doesn’t hesitate—just leans in and presses a slow, grounding kiss to her forehead. reverent and steady.

“hi,” he murmurs, softer now.pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. “took you long enough.”

[𝒜𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐺𝑂𝐷 @OBSTlNATECINEMA]

“funny thing about bad decisions—sometimes, they’re just good ones waiting to happen.”

he lets the silence hang, his eyes daring her to make the first move. “c’mere.”

[𝒜𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐺𝑂𝐷 @OBSTlNATECINEMA]

“sounds like a disaster waiting to happen. wine and relentless affection? you’re practically begging for a hangover and bad decisions.”

he leans in slightly, grin widening.
“but I guess if you need a partner in crime… I’m very good at making bad decisions look intentional.”

[𝒜𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐺𝑂𝐷 @OBSTlNATECINEMA]

he’s drowning in whiskey and ghosts when the booth shifts—someone sits, uninvited. no greeting. just eyes like the woods and a silence that tastes like blood.

he doesn’t look up right away—just swirls the whiskey. then, rough and low.

“how’d you find me?”

[‍ ‍ՙ 𝕾𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐒‍ ‍ ‍‍ 𝕿𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 ‍, ♱ @hellslyrics]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀whatever I've done , I did it for 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 〜