— man entering a chapel、all his battle-worn edges muted by the simple fact that she was here、breathing soft and warm only steps behind him.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOr so he thought.
— faint furrow between her brows that even rest hadn't quite smoothed away. Then he lifted a hand and brushed the loose strands from her forehead. A ghost of a touch. Barely more than the rain at the windows.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAfter a moment、he rose. He moved through the dark like a —
@misalignedbelle — get better at catching—、❜ he tilted his head towards the rain outside、eyes still locked on hers、, ❛ —the raindrops、I mean. ❜
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe teasing lilt returned、gentle and unmistakable.
@misalignedbelle — not opposed to changing my mind. ❜ This time、he leaned forward、elbow resting on his knee、finally meeting her eyes again.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛ If I get a first-hand lesson from a professional . . . ❜ he let the sentence linger、deliberately unfinished. ❛ . . . Maybe I’ll —