⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ on the 𝒃𝗿͟𝗼͟𝗸͟𝗲͟𝗻͟ backs of all the words 𝐰𝐞 𝑺𝗣͟𝗔͟𝗥͟𝗘͟𝗗͟ , like little 𝑺O̸L̸D̸I̸E̸R̸S̸ in the 𝐭renches .. it was a march we made towards 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 && 𝐃 𝐄 𝐒 𝐏 𝐀 𝐈 𝐑 .. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
that was all he needed now , just that single uttered word .. oh how such a word made him want to burst .
breath caught in his throat as he leans closer to just nearly close the distance , lips brushing against his teasingly .
gaze flickers from emerald beauties & down towards his lips before returning back up again — slightly leaning forward .
a whisper ; 〝 can I .. .ᐣ 〞