( scrunching her nose when caitlyn kisses it, pleased and content. humming, then, tilting her head at her words. )
mm. what can i say?
( a grin. )
i have a way with words.
( it is very easy for caitlyn to get a little lost in vi’s gaze, almost missing what she says. she gives a small smile, kissing the tip of her nose gently. )
you somehow make even the most ridiculous things make perfect sense.
( another laugh, nuzzling her nose into caitlyn’s. a content sigh afterward; eyes fluttering, pupils dilating. )
oh, absolutely. but isn’t that the whole point?
( she leaned against the touch of vi’s thumb brushing along her cheekbone, her starry gaze taking in vi’s expressions. the way she laughed and scrunched her nose. she couldn’t help but to giggle in spite of herself. )
you do realize just how ridiculous we sound, don’t you?
( scrunching her nose with a light laugh, amused by the conversation they’ve found themselves in. running her thumb across caitlyn’s cheekbone; bumping their noses together. )
i’m okay with that. we could have a little hole in the dirt —
( it was such a silly thing for her heart to get all fluttery over— the idea of being a worm with vi. and yet some how, the question makes her heart jump and butterflies to erupt into her stomach. )
i’ll be anything with you, vi.
we can be worms together. and we can even be +
( pressing her hand against the soft, pliable skin of caitlyn’s face, using the opportunity of her nuzzling into her hand to place a soft kiss against her free cheek. when she pulls back, she leans there foreheads together. )
would —
she’s sat at her desk, hunched over her work. reviewing reconstruction plans while she chews on the end of her pen in one hand, and drums her fingers on the table in the other.
she has to look away finally, tipping her head back and closing her eyes against the headache that +
vi being the little spoon when she’s sad, letting cait embrace her and take care of her because she never had the chance to allow herself to be vulnerable. and being the big spoon when she needs to make sure cait is there, that she’s real, holding her tight until she falls asleep
( it was silly. caitlyn already knew the answer, and yet still her stomach sank a little in worry from the pause, slight insecurity twinging in her chest. she tried not to show it. when her hand came up to hold caitlyn’s face, she sighed in slight relief, nestling into her +
( a quiet pause as she thinks, gaze wandering over caitlyn’s face. a tilt of her head as she moves a hand from her waist to cup her face; thumb running over her cheekbone. she smiles, then, locking grey eyes with blue ones. )
yes.