#ft. theodore.

there had been a restless thing in her chest, ever since she was made. a thing urging her to go. go, go, go. it comes and goes. it settles a little more when she is around theodore, allow her to simply be in the moment, but it is never gone. live inside her like a living breathing thing. and now it is there, rearing it's head. knows it would lead to arguments, truly, she does. it's one of the things that keep ripping them apart from one another. so, the lover wants to avoid it. avoid the argument. avoid that look on his face, because it cracks something inside her chest every single time. even if she can't stay. can't always settle into one space. gotten out of bed when the sun was still asleep, gotten dressed, gotten a few of her things. but then he is there. the warmth of his hands. his lips. his breath mingle with her own. feel the laze of her corset loosen and while she wants to go . . . it could wait for now. let go of the small bag and instead, her hands trail up his arms and wrap around the back of his neck, tucking herself closer to him. kissing him, fingers grip his hair and there's a soft hum muffled between them.