bro… what if we were two boys in this sort of fantastical medieval world & you were the prince & i was the local blacksmith & i wasnt the royal blacksmith but you came to me for all your armor & swords anyway & some nights, when it all got too rough, you’d break in through my window & i’d already have an extra bowl ready for you & when we go to sleep i insist you take my bed & we fight about it but you take it anyway & while i’m laying on the floor trying to sleep i stare up at you & i reach up to brush my hand against the one of yours that has fallen over the side & i trace the palm of your hand & watch as your breath stutters & your eyelashes flutter & i’d yank my hand away & curse myself for being weak & i turn on my side to face away from you & i miss your eyes blinking open & staring at my back in wonder but when the morning comes we dont do anything about it & we pretend nothing happened & we let everything go back to the way it was before. hm. also we um like. idk we could kiss on the lips or whatever 👀
