GRACIE CAVALLIO.

▸ starry eyes and galaxy minds. | of caerus.

[GRACIE CAVALLIO. @voIantate]

— ‘ we’ll be dancing on the clouds tonight. ‘

ღ pjo.
ღ of caerus.

[GRACIE CAVALLIO. @voIantate]

@deIenitor Can he spellcheck some work?

It’s due tomorrow but she’s so /tired/.

[GRACIE CAVALLIO. @voIantate]

Where’s @deIenitor?

She needs him.

[GRACIE CAVALLIO. @voIantate]

Waves at @suavemessenger.

[GRACIE CAVALLIO. @voIantate]

@deIenitor There’s a roll of her eyes, and she eats the next one instead.

“Alright, you boring ass.”

[GRACIE CAVALLIO. @voIantate]

@deIenitor Sucks for him, then.

“No!”

[GRACIE CAVALLIO. @voIantate]

@deIenitor Sticks her tongue out and throws another.

She’s trying to get it stuck in his hair.

[GRACIE CAVALLIO. @voIantate]

Throws a Cheeto at @deIenitor.

[GRACIE CAVALLIO. @voIantate]

@deIenitor “Yes!”

She can’t explain the gentle laugh that escapes her as she leans closer still, some kind of relief lacing the noise. For the first time, everything feels so /right/.

[GRACIE CAVALLIO. @voIantate]

@deIenitor Her response comes as a slow nod, and her gaze continues to trace each of his features, every one so familiar and yet feeling so fresh.

Gracie’s voice is quiet, yet confident, when she eventually gets out,

“I want that, too.”

[GRACIE CAVALLIO. @voIantate]

@deIenitor Even when they’re apart again, her hands are resting gently atop the male, and it’s as she studies him that she shrugs slightly.

“What do you /want/ to happen now?”

[GRACIE CAVALLIO. @voIantate]

@deIenitor In response, she leans forward again as a grant of permission, gently pressing her lips to his once again.

She’s not sure how this is going to make things play out but for now, at least, everything feels sort of bliss.

[GRACIE CAVALLIO. @voIantate]

@deIenitor She’s hesitant, but gives a gentle dip of a nod all the same, not daring to pull any further away.

“I love you, too.”

She’s said it a million times, enough so that it’s almost instinctive, but the words feel like they carry a whole new meaning.

[GRACIE CAVALLIO. @voIantate]

@deIenitor — quiet, tentative.

“I’m sorry. .”

[GRACIE CAVALLIO. @voIantate]

@deIenitor When he does finally pull away, however little, she finds a certain bashfulness about herself, and she presses her own lips together as she attempts to study his expression from their close proximity.

Hands still resting gently against the back of his neck, her voice remains —

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⋅⋅ lazy days with @voIantate.

[GRACIE CAVALLIO. @voIantate]

@deIenitor The reciprocation of the action serves only to further the bubbling feeling in her chest, and she’s not pulling away, not even close, as her hands make her way to the male.

She wants all the touch she can get.

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

/ um not to be dramatic or anything but im screaming

[GRACIE CAVALLIO. @voIantate]

@deIenitor — and pushing her lips to his.

[GRACIE CAVALLIO. @voIantate]

@deIenitor There’s a pause in movement until she rises quickly to move behind him, a further hesitance washing over her as she debates showing him what she wants in the only way she can think how.

And it’s in a quick, sudden, moment that she’s moving in front of him, stepping forwards, —

[GRACIE CAVALLIO. @voIantate]

@deIenitor “Luca. .”

It’s all she can get out, all she can say in an attempt to calm him down because, honestly, she doesn’t know how to go about this either. A few long seconds pass before she carries on, lips pressed in a tight line.

“I don’t know what to say.”