#aprilsensation

BADLANDS. | meme

                        He considers the question, soft love dancing at his lips. He hesitates; there is fear in the way he thinks of it, thinks of the way his heart might cease to beat should his lips meet hers. A dreamer, he has undoubtedly imagined such a scenario; Chestnut hues have speculated the shine of the stars, the chill of the evening, the warmth of her, so close, so near, and he’s wondered of his own person, how he might react. He knows not how to describe it. 

                         Finally, he has a small smile, leaning against the back of their bench, a boyish sort of humor now dancing on his face. It is a flirtatious expression, one that a dear Courfeyrac might even commend him for ( A good look for you, dear Pontmercy! ). 

                        ❝ — I imagine it like this, ❞ he begins, humming. ❝ My heart would stop, stunned, because here you would be, kissing me and me kissing you. I would - I would be so paralyzed with wonder, because then I would be assured that this isn’t -- that you are not a dream. It is not that I would be killed, I think. It would be more that -- I would wake up. And perhaps that is very much the same thing, in our case. You are a dream I would not want to wake up from, but a risk, I believe, I’d be willing to take.  ❞