– - ARK AWAITS !

✱   -   take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way

        she loves her life. never did she think those words would be so true, but god, she does ! she loves tim and loves alex and loves their dumpy little apartment and loves all the plants she’s strewn about in every room. it’s sickeningly, sweetly domestic and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

        soft   “oh”   escapes her as she’s so suddenly tugged from daydream - land by the feeling of hands on her hips, and when they’re gone, she’s almost sad. tim’s moved her aside in favor of grabbing something from the cabinet, but of course, she can’t allow that. her hands reach for his and bring them back, settling them right onto her hips once more. devilish grin ‘pon her pink lips before she kisses the corner of his mouth.

𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝚂          :          𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺   𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙻𝚈   .

        heart - stopping, even after all this time. mistletoe hangs above their heads and outside of them, the party continues on. there’s laughter and the smell of food and music in the air, but all she can focus on is him. ever forward when he’s shy, she’s reaching for his arms and guiding them ‘round her waist, her own resting lazily on his shoulders as she leans in close.

               ❝   hey, look up.   ❞   poppy whispers, honey tone laced with giggles. she hovers, lips teasingly grazing over his before she instead gives him a brief eskimo kiss.   ❝   mistletoe.    ❞

        and before there’s a verbal response, she’s pressing her mouth to his in a chaste, sweet kiss. her lips, bright red as a candy apple, boldly staining him   —   a saccharine act of possessiveness, a mark that sincerely, lovingly says you’re mine and how thankful i am for that. when she pulls away, it’s not fully, breath warm against him. there’s a smile on her face to put the twinkling stars outside to shame. eyes meet his before she buries her face in his shoulder shyly.

                      *   IT   WAS   ALL   A   DREAM,   JACK   !   WAKE   UP,   JACK   !

I’LL   TAKE   CARE   OF   YOU. IT’S   ROTTEN   WORK. NOT   TO   ME.   NOT   IF   IT’S   YOU.