won’t ⠀ you ⠀ 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖜 ⠀ 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 ⠀ that ⠀ spade ⠀ and ⠀ dig ⠀ up ⠀ the ⠀ garden, ⠀ darling?
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀
⠀ ⠀ get ⠀ your ⠀ hands ⠀ 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 ⠀ and ⠀ rip ⠀ up ⠀ the ⠀ 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏.
“I never make promises I cannot keep.” in spite of her quiet monotone, there too exists a certain mischief. she smiles slowly, moving to stand alongside him. she loops an arm around his.
“come on. surely you have some good ones —
⠀ ⠀ 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡, ⠀ he thought, ⠀ but the comment simply elicited a small chuckle out of him. ⠀ alyana, ⠀ so tough looking——and still so soft. ⠀ "you are going to call them all kind
“I wouldn’t say that,” alyana replies quietly. though certainly time was an anomaly to her, she was sure that time —- even minutes —- had importance.
her brows furrow, eyes lingering on his face. she is quiet for these seconds, and —
⠀ ⠀ "then i will stay. ⠀ for as long as you want to." ⠀ heart skips a bit, ⠀ maybe two, ⠀ with the confession. ⠀ there's many things he wants her to know, ⠀ to discover or rediscover, ⠀ after time and
alyana hesitates here, breathing him in. really breathing him in. this familiar hand upon hers, these familiar eyes staring back into hers, it settles her and sets her heart fluttering at once.
her tail has released his leg in favor of —
⠀ ⠀ "only when the need appears. ⠀ old encounters are rarely the occasion," ⠀ finding the back of her hand with his own, ⠀ it isn't moved, ⠀ or pulled; ⠀ simply held. ⠀ "unless they are special."
“still a poet, I see.” eyebrows raise, teasing him even now at a most sacred moment. her other hand is still in his, as if she’s forgotten it’s there.
they’re almost too close.
“come, are you tired?” she asks, though makes no move.
⠀ ⠀ it's not quite sheepishness, ⠀ how the tip of his ears lower when he smiles in spite of noticing her own curve of lips, ⠀ nor the tickling warmth of her hand on his cheek. ⠀ shyness, ⠀ perhaps; ⠀
in spite of herself, alyana begins to smile. brightened a fraction by his presence. she hums, her hand moving from his shoulder to his cheek.
“good,” she retorts. “I will hold you to that.” her gaze drops, lingering on his lips. and —
⠀ ⠀ "the gnolls thing happened 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦! ⠀ and everyone was complete by the end of it." ⠀ he argues, ⠀ thinks, ⠀ and adds: ⠀ "after ⠀ .. ⠀ some magic, ⠀ if you count astarion." ⠀ still, ⠀ the matter is left
“you are known to be careless around beasts with plenty teeth,” she points out, but her eyes follow his every move and soften finally. some tension falls from her shoulders.
her free hand reaches to his shoulder and tugs him in close. —
⠀ ⠀ "do you hold so little faith in me?" ⠀ hence: ⠀ one of her hands being brought up, ⠀ laying a small kiss at its back without much hesitation. ⠀ the tilt of his head while hidden behind it carries a sly smile.