( digits dropped down, trailing across the maidens shoulder, across her arm, dancing over every little mole and freckle brought out by the sun . )
i can give you a head start if you’d like? * oooorrrrr.. you can let me stay with you tonight ✨
( a brow quirked, taking her last sentence as more of a challenge than a playful remark . ✨ )
oh yeah? i’ll find you, you won’t get far without me catching up.. but, i’d hope you’d want to stay with me——at least for a little while . ^^
( her hand remained against esta’s lower back, her other, now free, reached upward to push back crimson curls behind her ear . pretty girl . )
no more ‘cello’, im all yours . ☀️ *
( ignored? after missing her so? oh!——🐕✨* the pout beginning to form didn’t even make it fully onto her lips————parting as she caught a glimpse of esta’s digits tugging and undoing her buttons .
shuddering as warm hands made contact with sensitive skin, shaky exhale . )
close enough . ✨
( the taller sweetly purred, looking away just to safely settle the violin down and then back to her———back to the pretty hands roaming her skin and the way they vanished into the parts in her shirt . )
can’t wait til later? *
( the hand around the maidens waist carefully pulled her close as she leant in, lips pressing innocently to her cheek . )
i’ve missed you, so much .
( aaaaaaand one to her forehead . )
( arms crossed her body, passing the bow into the hand that held the instrument by its neck, allowing on free hand to do as it pleased————which happened to be settling on the woman’s waist, smoothing over her middle and to her back . )
esta .. i’m fine, i promise .
( though a curious brow lifted at the touch creeping up her to her collarbones, warm fingertips freeing soft fabrics, how nice it was to feel her touch once again . )
heh——not this time, but i got some new fabric softener which i was hoping you’d like . 🌤️ *
( the woman’s brows creased, frowning as her twisted melody were put on hold———coming to a stop with a screech . )
esta ..
( she began, trying to comfort that this didn’t hurt——even if such were a subtle lie, it ached, as any sore bones would . )
⸻ don't hurt yourself .
( she leant forward to the best of her ability . Shutting her eyes as she pressed her forehead to Ariadne's . Whispering softly . )
Please don't hurt yourself .
( * 🌀 .. no harm in trying once more, for esta . carefully resting the instrument at the crook of her neck, positioning mangled digits along the correct strings .
inhale———the tune she played came out scratched, yet not too unpleasant, not her finest work . )
quiet, another attempt to play the violin, instrument rested just as it always had, so familiar———like she could hear the faint song it once used to play .
yet nothing came out, mauled digits trembled, straining, faint agony .
not today . 🌀