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@AilingMatriarch โ god damn force of nature. Everybodyโs afraid of you, and itโs got nothing to do with your feminine wiles and everything to do with how you wield a knife at every given opportunity.โ
@AilingMatriarch And, to be fair, his exploits have ranged from five finger discount, which earned him a smack across the back of the head, to bomb creation with his military cousin . . Her reaction to that little misdemeanour had been terrifying.
โYeah, but thatโs only because youโre a โ
@SERPENTlSM โ never put such an official title on their eveningโs spent together, and it all seems to depend on tonight.
So, armed with a selection of their favourite movies and snacks, he dashed across Tent City to the humble (so very humble) abode of,
โToni Topaz,โ he wheezes, rubbing โ
@AilingMatriarch Luckily for him, he had long since perfected his innocent puppy dog eyes.
Sure, theyโve never managed to fool his mother, but heโll continue to try, and sheโll (hopefully) continue to pretend that they work.
โNow, mother, would we ever drag you into our illegal activities?โ โ
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@AilingMatriarch โ grandchildren . .
Sure, she could go on to live for years and years. Doctors arenโt always right, after all.
But sometimes they are. And he wants to soak up every moment they still have.
@AilingMatriarch โ wouldnโt have even crossed his mind, let alone escaped his lips.
What teenage boy wants to hang out with his mother?!
Well . . one who isnโt sure how long sheโs got left. One whoโs terrified of all the things sheโs going to miss out on; watching him graduate, holding her โ
@SERPENTlSM โ his lips for just a moment, before theyโre brushing across Toniโs.
Breath hitching in his throat, itโs as though time stands still, as though hours have passed them by rather tina mere seconds; without further ado, he applies a firm pressure, with an audible noise of approval.
@SERPENTlSM His hands, though they tremble, find a safe place to land upon her waist.
Itโs more than just an embrace, itโs an attempt to steady himself; his knees are mere moments away from refusing to support his weight for much longer.
A smile mirrors hers, stretches eagerly across โ
@SERPENTlSM โ it with both hands, refuse to let it pass him by.
So, stepping into her personal space, eyes darting from her eyes to her lips and back up again, he ducks his head, slowly enough that she can pull away if this isnโt what she wants.
And then . . .
โCan I?โ โ
@SERPENTlSM โ What does he want to tell her?
That heโs longing to kiss her and not have it be classed as โpracticeโ?
That itโs not a choice, it never has been, because his heart was stolen by her a long time ago?
โI just . . .โ
@SERPENTlSM None of this is fair.
She doesnโt even realise the effect she has on him when she makes these little jokes, doesnโt know how desperate he is to just . . close the distance, use actions rather than words to inform her of his overwhelming feelings towards her.
โToni . . .โ โ
@SERPENTlSM โ and Sweets. Iโm not entirely sure if anyoneโs up to the task of impressing you.โ
Heโs lying through his teeth, because the truth of the matter is that heโs been in love with her since they were fourteen, and she challenged him to an eating competition, and bit her โ