fingers are curled within the woman's tresses, with a tender smile glistening beneath swept brine upon @2pistols skin⸺foreign devotion spoken steadfastly, as lips chasing the beats thrumming upon his wrist; tender, an almost open wound of misconstrue tracing down to heart, whilst the truth inevitably came as a required confrontation for shaky tides between them . . . avoidance, aforementioned anger, acuity⸺no matter she tries to hide it from him, it became even more apparent that she was punishing both of them, for ever meet in the first place .. with barred teeth kept them at bay whilst the wound was already open; a fault, for his indifference before her encounter, a blame, for his persistency to pursue . . . he did say many stars before, he doesn't deserve such act, but her act was a subsist, to keep her sane .. to keep her grounded, but an almost imposed embrace become a compulsory touch⸺as she comes down to the ground, with head held high, &. a soft murmur to remember . . . neither would ever forget, even if they dare to, because either have come to their senses, with intertwined fingers between each other, &. a lock of their palms, of a relief sigh, &. a small chuckle to prod, ❝ i didn't think you were such a sentimentalist, ❞ a tug, with his limbs slink beneath her &. a heavy sigh is emitting, with her feet are slightly dangling from the height; to cherish, even if it sounds silly, for their fight seems to dissipates, from heavy hearts joined to one, ❝ you'll have other days to remember if you allows yourself to be with me, that's the option i could give to you now. god knows whatever you have up on your sleeves.
LARA CROFT SAYS, "I WANT TO REMEMBER THIS, ALWAYS, TO THE END OF MY DAYS." FROM WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL. ; accepting.