WIFEY. | EPISODE SIX (6.5)
shoutout to @rebouks for these gorgeous poses! they're so expressive, max's face in the last one chokes me up.
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The sound of Aishâs laughter at a movie theyâd seen countless times before put Max at ease. It reminded them of when things were easy. Their bond seemed baffling on the surface: Max was controlled chaos, a wry smile and a visual delight. Aish had always stumbled through life, here for a good time rather than a long one and often spoke without thinking. In the past, this devil-may-care attitude had landed them in countless hot waters, most of which Max had saved them from, swooping at the last minute with an idea or a deal or sometimes just a deeply cutting remark that made Aishâs enemies shrink in fear. Once, someone had tried to swing on Max and Aish had swiftly kneed them in the crotch before grabbing Maxâs hand and running away. It was years ago, but even now it remained one of the few times that Aish felt theyâd been there for Max in the way that Max was there for them. Their friendship had an unspoken agreement of coming as they were. Max may have appointed themself as Aishâs saviour, but Aish had seen Max at their lowest and knew all of the ways they had pushed and pulled themself to be who they were today. Things may have been distant lately, but if this evening was anything to go by, soon theyâd be back on form and so would everything else.
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