Not the name. Not the story. The sound of your heartbeat before the hunger drowned it. Thatโs the thing most of your kind forget. The sound of beinโ alive.
@SPlRlTlSM ๐ : Rocky road and chocolate chip right?? ๐ฅบ๐ฅฒ also hi Iโm lemon and Iโd love to write sometime! Either here or over on @anderkants if youโd like <3
๐ : honestly idk why I even made this acc when no one interacts with me no matter the amount of rp calls I do. If it wasnโt for twin @CMONBOYRUN Iโd actually lose it ๐ I love and hate this hobby because everyoneโs having fun but me. I wanna write to you guys.
stretches. Law hums, a single, tired note, and mutters, voice all slow honey drawl,
โโฆYou smell like the inside of a horse, Creek.โ softer, amusement edging through like a sunbeam between leaves โโPose I missed that.โ Leaning back against him, lazy as the heat itself.
Law donโt move at first โ just a slow blink, a quiet exhale through his nose that ripples the dust motes floating in the still heat. Heโs sitting cross-legged by the rockin chair, shirt half-buttoned, sleeves rolled to the elbow, working a little charm out of knotted thread and *
the road.
Law lets out a low chuckle that sounds like a match strike.
He doesnโt bother to push Creek off.
Instead, he drags the straw hat up just enough to see the rough edge of his friendโs jaw, the stupid bit of hay twitching between his teeth. A brow arches. The silence ***