#ahkay

prompt: acts of affection.    ↳  status: selectively accepting.

       THERE’S A LITTLE bookstore nestled downtown, cozy and warm.  there’s a faint scent of cinnamon in the air, almost bakeryesque.  it’s a safe, homey place -- definitely not a place that tegan should meld into, but they do.  they’re in-between shelves, fingers running over the delicate bindings of books.  there’s not any stress here, causing the faint lines on tegan’s face to smoothen out.  they look younger -- atlas finally allowed to hand the world over to someone else and rest.

       tegan’s so caught up in their thoughts, perhaps to the point they don’t notice the warmness against their own hand, a solid, welcome figure behind them.  “-- hey there.”  soft, soft, as they turn around to look at wolfin.  cold fingers lace with hers, thumb stroking against the top of her hand.  there’s a glimmer in their eyes; happiness perhaps.  

       “give me five minutes and we can leave.  i promise you that.  i know you probably don’t want to be here.”  tegan leans up, lips pressing to her cheek, then thumb stroking along the bone ever so easily (both in a nice, loving way and to wipe off the faint remnant of lipstick).  “five. minutes.  we can do whatever you want next.  i promise you that, too.”

that I suck at RP

you can try to do it with me

snepchet?