#fmlskyler

west  holiday.    ↬     honesty night. @fmlskyler.  /   in  order.

      your  muse  paints  my  muse’s  nails.

       — -   west  chuckled,  holding  the  blonde’s  hand  as  still  as  possible.      ❛     stay  still  !    ❜     he  began  rubbing  his  thumb  against  the  back  of  his  hand,  making  his  nails  look  as  pretty   as  possible.  he  just  knew  that  this  wasn’t  a  normal  thing,  he  got  his  nails  done  at  a  salon,  but  he  couldn’t  deny  this  was  nice.  they  should  do  this  WAY  more  often.

Kayden’s breath hitches. Any problems she had were always dealt with alone. And here was Skyler. Again. Trying to fix them. Why did he care so much? Why wouldn’t he go away? Why doesn’t he get tired of her? It was all a mystery. But when he said what he’d done-- She wasn’t sure what to think. Her feelings shifted again and again. At first, shock. She’s always seen Sky as some little softy. Like a personified cupcake that just punched a guy out for you. Then, relief. Relief that she didn’t have to deal with It anymore. And then anger, because he shouldn’t be trying to fix her problems. And then for just a split second: worry. Worry that he was hurt because of her. Worry that he could get hurt because of her. But quickly that worry shifts back to anger. “Why the hell would you do that? He was my issue to deal with. I don’t need a prince charming to protect me.” She bites out, a hand running through her hair in frustration. “You’re not my prince Charming.”