* ☆.:｡ * crimson kisses.

“ right, right --- i’m having the same predicament. you don’t think she’s sick, do you? ”

“Anything really. Just nothing soppy and romantic.”

“ we’re at a bit of an impasse, then. ”

“ but you do know that there’s much more to alcohol than beer and wine, right ? i don’t think beer really works for anyone but men and underage kids in high school basement parties. and even then i swear they’re all just pretending that it actually taste okay. awh, will you really ?! how kind. are you gonna slide it under my door like a secret admirer ? ”

“ i will, really. nah, i’m too lazy for all that. i’ll just hand it to you. ”

“Woah, your cat doesn’t like catnip? Your cat must be like… a dog disguised as a cat. I’m always down for eating sweets to be honest so let’s do this.”

“ what do you like to watch? ”

she chuckled at the other girl, “ what cat doesn’t like cat nip? i’m sorry, but your cat’s weird. but maybe it’s best for it - isn’t catnip like, a drug for cats? i dunno. hey, drinking a bottle of red wine before noon sounds like the ideal morning to me. and chocolate covered strawberries? you’ve had a hell of a morning. “

“ does that mean you’re volunteering to be my plus one? ”

“ just a couple questions, alright. firstly, are you okay ? i mean, i’m not here to judge, definitely not. but the only people i know who down red wine before noon are alcoholics or stay at home mom’s. also, secondly, do i get to partake in the whole sweets and cuddling even if i don’t have any mail ? ”

“ over the moon, actually. i down it because it’s not beer, and it still gets me drunk. beer doesn’t work for me in the taste and smell department --- i think i nearly hurl every time i’m even near it. yeah, sure. of course you can. i’ll write you a letter. this’ll work out just fine. ”

avery listened intently as the words came from moira’s lips, in all honesty, from the moment she had begun he tried to turn his attention more towards the piano accompanying her words instead of putting his entire focus on what the girl was singing. all the words felt as if they were aimed at him, felt as if she had written them specifically with him in mind and they hurt. he wouldn’t lie about that. throughout the entire dilemma of these two he never once thought about the other side. he never really once considered what pain he may have caused moira; selfishness being one of his strongest traits. and now sitting here, hearing her sing these words, especially when the music had stopped and it was just her vocals, he felt them sting a little more. he felt as if the entire thing was all starting to settle in; he was finally having to face what she felt. her true feelings, not the candy coated feelings she had been putting up in front of him every single time the two talked. 

an odd feeling washed over the blonde as avery left the room without warning, his sauntering steps seeming like nothing had happened. had nothing happened? moira figured she was reading too much into things for the millionth time, and what meant the world to her just didn’t hold the same amount of significance to avery. she spent the next moments pacing back and forth across the room, fighting the urge to bite her nails or go looking for avery. he’ll come back, she told herself. he’ll come back. traditionally, moira wouldn’t have said such a thing, preaching that it was statistically impossible to say that something has a 100% probability of happening --- but, avery did come back, picking up their conversation right where he’d let it taper off. and it was so goddamn strange to moira to see him act that way, but she would rather have something than nothing at all, so she avoided any further interrogation than the thought process she’d kept to herself. within minutes of avery’s return, he’d proposed a question: one that she was prepared to answer but instead was cut off by the piano’s voice breaking the tension that still seemed to waltz between them.