For the ask game 💙 for K & M,together if I may be so bold to request. I just like the possible angst dynamic of this duo. It fuels me. 😝 Thank you sweet author. 🖤
"You need to get up off the fucking floor, Kitten."
A bottle is kicked harshly to the side, azure blue eyes darkened to a stormy cobalt at the sight that sits before them. Seeing the usually composed individual that was K Lewis slumped over, clearly too hungover to sit upright properly, isn't something they'd ever forget. Nor would they ever fail to recall the hazy quality of normally sharp hazel eyes.
"Just go away, Steele. I don't want you here." The harsh quality of their words is softened by pain that could so clearly be seen etched across their face. "Please. Go."
M shakes their head. "Not gonna happen, Koala." They crouch down, hands clasped over K's. "Someone has to look out for you now."
Nothing else was said, but M knew the sentiment could be heard clearly as if it were shouted.
I'm not about to lose you too.
