four tombs side-by-side. nameless and unmarked by birth or death days. and we won't be remembered as loved, or cherished, we are going to be forgotten. but we had each other. and in the end, that was all that really mattered.
⠀⠀ 〝 mate ﹐ ion know —— honest .ᐟ : if y’want somethin’ genuine ﹐ yer should decide what y’should be doin’ by yerself ﹒
⠀⠀ it ain’t gon’ mean nothin’ if ya doin’ what i toldcha t’do ﹒ 〞
⠀⠀ raise of ringed fingers in
Gwen snickers, not at the notion of Miles being upset about his figurine, but the idea of Miles being too nice to voice his frustration. “ Alright, fair point. Maybe that was a jerk move on my part. ” She clenched her teeth, conceding Hobie's accuracy. “ So, —
⠀⠀ 〝 deep breaths ﹐ miles —— follow my breathin’ ﹐ ‘lright ִ 𖤠 〞
⠀⠀ separating self from quivering boy ﹐ hands a fixture on his shoulders ﹐ calming grip in reminder that punk was still present : over — exaggerated inhale ﹐
coupled with exhale of equal dramatics ﹒
⠀⠀ multiple rounds of such calming exercises ﹐ ‘fore she’s parting chapped lips to speak once more ﹐ timbre quiet and even —— nothing like usual expressive nature ﹒
⠀⠀ 〝 don’tcha be worryin’ ﹐
be ‘ embarrassment ’ .. an emotion that felt entirely foreign on such abrasive character’s features ﹒
⠀⠀ 〝 ion think issa good idea t’trouble ya wit’ that .. y’been loadsa help ‘lready .ᐟ 〞
⠀⠀ 〝 bloody wonderful —— ion do well wit’ honorifics ﹒ 〞
⠀⠀ hands twisting ‘hind back ﹐ each tug of fingers spurring loud ‘ pop ’ from tensed knuckles : if expression on punk’s visage could be dignified with singular word ﹐ it’d
⠀⠀ disappointment lacing 'cross features at flower's inability to understand underlying insinuation of grass in hand .. small pout making itself seen ﹒
⠀⠀ 〝 sure thin' ﹒ gon'sta frame it up ﹒ 〞
⠀⠀ entirely oblivious to feelings spelt out 'cross flushed face ﹐ only gazing at sun through fluttering lashes ﹐ fingers interlocking with other's with comforting squeeze ━━ small smile ﹐ a bump of shoulders together ...
“ you asked . “
voice teetering ‘ gainst softest of breaths : sparks licking at tip of pinky —— orbs trailing from connection to bold , upsized letters spelling 8 letters he yearned to hear slip from boyfriend’s lips ..
—
had gotten dear friend like this was no longer there .. 'fore kicking door shut ﹐ shielding them from the invasive gaze of night sky ﹒
⠀⠀ 〝 'ey .. 'ey ﹐ peter pan ━━ what's wron' ִ 𖤠 〞
⠀⠀ ... arms instinctively finding themselves wrapped 'round crying boy ﹐ palms rubbing soothing circles into crook of neck in attempt to stifle the sobs ripping out of arachnid ━━ eyes fiercely glancing outside ﹐ to make sure * whatever
⠀⠀ pink frames sliding off angled nose with fierce whip of head ﹐ arms hugging 'round own waist to hold in chuckles stealing their breaths ﹒
⠀⠀ 〝 ain't we a jolly pair ﹐ eh ִ 𖤠 〞
「 attempting to hide the fit of laughter that threatens to leave lips .
digits push grown locks out of eyes as he puts on black sunglasses . 」
we match .