#cxrleonis

meme     :      @cxrleonis.

“dangerous thing t’do when i still have about five hours in this place.”     he says it with a smile,     loving,     but there’s something else simmering in his eyes while he looks at her,     elbows on the bar;     something still overwhelmingly affectionate,     but in a much more amorous way.     he also doesn’t bother to inject subtlety into the way he blatantly looks her up and down,     either.    after a brief moment of lingering,     he straightens up,     runs a hand through his hair and then smooths it back down.    “thank you for this. really needed it.”    he waves the already half-empty cup from it’s hidden place underneath the bar,     takes one more drink before putting it back.    

meme     :      accepting.      @cxrleonis.

        here,    as in:     sitting across from her in the booth;    or here,    as in:    being alive to be doing so.     or,    here,     as in:     in her life.    as her friend,     her brother,     the one that pays for her meal.     (     not for any virtuous reason,   but because it’s his turn to do so.     he actually kind of owes her even more on top of that for the hot chocolate she brought him the other day.    whatever.     )

        he flicks a piece of trash at her,     one of those single serve plastic cups that coffee creamer comes in.     there’s still a little bit left in it,    french vanilla that splatters across the table,     but he does have the decency to grab a napkin and throw that to her,    too.    

            in the times that he allows himself to think about it,    he’s glad that for the inverse,     the vice versa.    because he remembers being in a bed with an iv in his arm,     and her being the only one there and willing and unafraid to speak to him like he needed to be spoken to.     

meme     :      @cxrleonis.

“that’s what they all say,    huh?”     a grin.     genuine,     because he knows that she is,    too.    a hand through his hair,    still snow wet from his time spent shoveling her sidewalk.    it’s become a thing.   he trades manual labor for some snacks and everyone wins.     teddy,    because it makes him feel useful;    cory,    because actually hiring someone would cost a ridiculous amount;    and ben,    because he doesn’t want to do it.    a flick of his finger to adjust his glasses on his face.     and then he straightens,     lets his forearms pull from the countertop.     he shrugs on his jacket,     wraps his scarf around his neck.

meme     :      accepting.      @cxrleonis.

           were his heartrate not elevated,     he’d probably be able to just roll his eyes.     that said,    he can feel the pump of it against his ribcage,    and the throbbing of his hip from where he’d hit it on the door knob in his hurried attempt to get out of the bathroom.

@cxrleonis | Fire Emblem: Three Houses

It’s a strange comment to Spencer, considering that he believes that Lake has one of the biggest hearts he’s ever had the fortune to know. Who else had stood up for him throughout high school, sat with him at lunchtimes, and held his hand when things had just felt like too much? Who else had stuck with him all this time, having his back just as he tried to have hers, and organising some of the best movie nights in the whole world? He doesn’t like to think about it much, but he can’t even imagine where he’d be without her.

she’s just finished listening to the demo on his phone.    he got the first mix in his email this morning,     wanted to share it with someone else,    someone that would    ...     get it.    (     he tries to send things to his parents,    to his brothers or sister,     but all he ever gets is something along the lines of     “proud of you son”    and   “shit bumps”.     which,     is nice,     of course,     but ends up being unfulfilling.     )

           there’s not a moment after she speaks that he doesn’t know what she’s talking about,     so he resolves not to pretend.    the lyrics are a lot    ----    he gets that,    and it’s also what he was going for,    even if he feels stripped down to the bone because of it.     he almost regrets showing it to her.

but then,     doesn’t he know her,    too,     in this weird way,     from what he’s listened to     ?     it brings him just enough comfort not to shut down.       “     nah    ----     you can tell me what you think about the levels and shit on everything,     though.    “

BASED ON.

he’s inclined to say   too long,    even if they’re barely coming up on two years.     1 year,   8 months,   and 19 days.    he doesn’t know if it’s weird that he knows that or not.     his wrist itches at the thought,      like it knows,     and he drags his nails across the    00:00:00   quickly and roughly.

        feels like ages.     and it does.    he wonders if that’s just the nature of it.    if they’re soulmates,     haven’t they known each other across lifetimes     ?    for eons    ?

        a shrug of his shoulders,     but there’s hesitation when he talks,     because he doubts she’s expecting any serious answer.     he tries to compensate with nonchalance.     “    for forever,     probably.    “    there’s other words that struggle,     other thoughts,     but he doesn’t feel the need to let them escape.    his shoulders lose their tension as he relaxes a little,    spews something ridiculous.     “    maybe we were pirates.    “    a grin,     and he amends,    “     or i was a pirate and you were,    like.     the kraken.    “