#bringingxhope

his lips are slightly parted  ,  breathing is shallow  ,  recovering from the explosion he’d had before  .  eyes stare forward  ,  blood red from emotion  , at the broken mason jar on the floor  ,  with skin flushed  &  appearing sheepish  .  head is against her lap as well as his hand on her knee  .  they ultimately close as the feel of gentle fingers smoothing at his temple  ,  backward through dark hairs further settles the once erratic heartbeat   .  quiet  .  he’s almost near sleep  ,  lashes fluttering  .  the reaction was draining  &  he hated -----  hated being seen in this way  .  it takes a moment for him to respond to the other  &  when he does  , it’s almost missed  .     ❛    --------  sorry .  ❜  

   ❛   well, well, fuckin’ WELL. i’ve been to little alexandria many times before, and I haven’t seen you.  you must be new.    ❜

pressure   ,   gentle against the curve of greased    &    matted strands that falls to his shoulder   .  immediate reaction   ,   head cranking to peer to a body at his back   ,  who’s seated along himself   .  mouth twitches to object   ,   brows knitted   .  albeit   ,  there’s a growth   ,  appreciating the feeling   ,   soft   &   mindful   &   calming   .  head bows   ,  fiddling digits at his front   .   hidden expression is softer   ,   though voice suggests gruff    &   husk   .         ❛     ——  what   ?      ❜          

Fingers curled through the woman’s hair, no mark of her usual detached affection touched her behavior as she stared down the shorter woman before her. There was never any question where Lisa’s loyalty lay, regardless if she had her disagreements with certain decisions made.