go ahead rip my heart out.

everyday life seems to be getting a little easier.

“ and i suppose that little shake ‘a yours is nothing too.” she chirps as she reaches for a bottle on the top shelf. “i got something for pain of any kind: heart, mind, or body. what do ya need ? “

“ yeah, guess so. ” he’s shifting to face the other completely, head resting in the crook of his arm. “ a cure for heartbreak would be preferable, but i’m not picky. ” he mumbles.

“ i know how to treat a lady ! you have to be respectful and courteous and open doors for them; they’re gentle creatures. well, most of them. you kind of intimidate me. “

“intimidate you? can’t imagine why.” 

“ ‘cuse me, i couldn’t help but notice that you’re in this bar more often that not. what’s got ya down sweet cheeks ? “

“ it’s nothing.. “ but, with the way his voice shakes - it’s clear to just about anybody that he’s lying.

tilly leans back, her legs gliding up through the air and plopping down in sam’s lap. this was the most comfortable way to sit; though her mother would largely digress. she was a princess to her mother, and princess sat with their legs crossed and their ankles pressed together,  but tally wasn’t the only one who could rebel! though, tilly this was barely a rebellion it was enough to get her blood pumping a bit. really, she is too much of her mother’s daughter. but sam encourages her fun side, and it’s something she truly treasures. he doesn’t even have to do anything, simply his presence puts her at ease. “don’t be too elaborate okay? because then it could get embarrassing for both of us. simple, but not too simply, completely classy, and in front of as many people as possible.” tilly loves the spotlight, whereas tally shies away from it. “really? well, sam are you in love with me? because if you are then this is the perfect time to tell me. we can save you the torture of having to go to the dance with me.” she giggles, fingers twirling in her hair and tugging slightly. her fingers were always in her hair. “come on, stand up.” she’s bolting out of her chair, extending her arm and wagging her eyebrows playfully. “let’s dance. i’m going to teach you how to dance, properly, so that way you don’t continue on your never-ending quest to embarrass me.” she throws her shoulders back, holding her chin up high while aggressively shaking her wrist to urge him to take it. “i won’t calm down until you dance with me. what, are you scared i’ll show you up?”

sam instinctively wraps his arms around her waist, clinging to her with no plans of pulling away. his cheek’s pressed directly against her shoulder, and though it’s extremely uncomfortable, he’s not making much of an effort to switch his position. “got a pretty solid idea, so don’t you worry!” with the mildly elaborate plan in mind, a grin spreads across his lips. he has no doubt that he’ll be able to pull this off, and with the help of a few of his friends, he was sure to make it something she’d never forget. sam was never one to shy away from the spotlight, his outgoing personality and award-winning smile easily pushing him center stage. this was sure to be a moment where both him and tilly received plenty of attention. “pfft, of course not.”  he’s dismissing the statement a little to easily, finishing it off with a scoff. “don’t you think if that was the case, i’d tell you?” sam’s not exactly lying, but he’s not really telling the truth either. emotions were something he often kept pushed to the far depths of his mind, and if any feelings were to ever surface, he’d push them back down without a second thought. love was such a strange concept, and though he wouldn’t question the possibility, it’s not something he wants to think about in that moment. it’s not long after that she’s ripping herself away from the loose grip he had on her and jumping to her feet, prompting a soft chuckle from him in response. “but i like embarrassing the shit out of you.” he playfully protests, groaning at the prospect of having to get up and actually do something. with a large amount of reluctance, he pries himself away from his seat, raising a brow at her frantic movements. the last time he attempted this, he was roughly thirteen years old and nothing but gangly limbs. “you’re going to have to give me a refresher course, because i honestly have no clue what i’m doing.” 

brownie points if you want to decide where my muse is when they realize it.

“ i’m hoping you’ll understand me. ”

‘ because we’re too stuck in a fantasy thinking that we can fix it.. ’

‘ well, maybe it’s time that we stop trying. ’