#dami au

A Cherry Lime Slushie takes me back to a time before the internet and before myself and all of you. The history that makes our world is what defines this slushie. Some of history had sweet triumphs, but sour defeat was also a necessary part of the growth of society as a whole.

“Are you alright, my love?”

Her voice falls on deaf ears as your quill flies across the page in front of you. 

You weren’t usually one for midnight writing, but your thoughts and worries kept you awake at night as you laid next to your lover. It was not unusual for you to toss and turn at night - a constant reminder of your failures as your next novel sits on your desk, awaiting further instruction.

Tonight, however, was a weird night. Despite all of your worrying thoughts, you managed to grasp onto a half-decent idea that needed to reach paper before you forgot it in the morning.

“I’m good.” With your free hand, you reach behind you to grab hers. “I’ll be back to bed in a minute.”

You were lying, and Dami most definitely knew you were lying as she pulled your hand up to her lips. Carefully, she presses a small kiss to your hand before intertwining your fingers.

“Don’t worry about me.” Dami gently places a candle at your side as you look up at her. “You’ll hurt your eyes if you continue to write in the dark.”

“What would I ever do without you?”

“Who knows, and who cares.” She smiles as you stand up to kiss her. “Stay and write as long as you need. I’m going back to sleep.”