quiet as band hoodie is stripped to be abandonned onto wooden floors, quiet as weary body slips under covers, quiet as content sigh brushes past lips. blue disappears behind lids, fingers lingering onto other's pillow ⸺ making [ ↷ ]
fingers lose their grip on the oil-stained rag, letting it drop to the table alongside the partially disassembled handgun—she yields immediately to the tug, body sagging with a sudden, heavy relief as the tension of the day leaves her frame. "should i set an alarm?"