β if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. β
' aw. ' she reaches out and cups his cheek, her thumb nearly brushing against the plush bow of his lips (always been so damn pretty, like the girls she had grown sour and two - faced around when she was awkward with her youth). as punishment for some crime he hadn't really committed, she pinched the fat of his cheek between her fingers. his freckles squeezed together: with his body held between her hands, she could rewrite the cosmos, could pluck out every star in the night's sky. she had little say in the story of their lives, though, so the power wasn't really that impressive. at least tonight felt preordained in a way that didn't make her want to drown. ' all that thinking ain't never been good for you, handsome. ' his job was too hard, and his life was too complicated, and he needed someone to look after him (annabelle ain't ever been much of a caretaker, but she forces herself to smile like it's natural). she plucks a bottle of moonshine from behind the bar, her hands dropping entirely away from him. ' wanna go to the sweet hill and get a little happy? we won't have to think at all. '
