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.
our muses are mistaken for a couple by someone else.
— - there was a cheeky grin that came out of west, looking up at whoever had mistaken called them a cute couple. a warm feeling growing in his stomach as he looked over at skyler, silently asking him to play along. hey, it could be fun. ❛ aw, thank you so much, isn’t that so sweet, sugar ? ❜ leaning over the table they were sat at, he placed a quick kiss on skyler’s cheek.
our muses’ hands brush as they walk side by side.
— - west could see it, the wonky part of such a familiar sidewalk that got one block small, forcing people to walk single file or uncomfortable close to once another. of course, with skyler, nothing really made him that uncomfortable. truly, he enjoyed how close they’d get from time to time... and this was no exception. it was only moments before he felt their shoulders brush, followed by their knuckles knocking together gently. instinct took over west’s motor function, lacing their fingers together, squeezing skyler’s hand gently. ❛ this alright with you ? ❜
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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.”