#gotwcird

oh, to be bare & laid out for ilham is to finally be seen in a space of your own creation. she was nervous the first time they had sex, lights on & direct eye contact... something nuala had never done before in her many years of life. the veil of darkness, whether made by curtains of the sun's passing, gave her a sense of anonymity to both her & her partner's feelings. that was nonexistent with the body she now clung to, and, quite frankly, she thanks the heavens for that. legs wrapped around her best friend's waist (they truly needed to talk labels soon), pulling herself closer & the other in. "ILLI," sounds like poetry as she whispers it between kisses. "tell me i did not spend our entire phone call this morning, begging for your cock, just to be the only one naked... please illi." that word please falls several more times between the wet and sloppy kisses she's placing feverishly.

unfortunately for devon, he'd always been very good at picking up on others' emotions. he can tell that what he said is bugging mariam, just from the tone of her voice. he knows her well enough at this point that it's unmistakable, and it kills him. he gets frustrated suddenly with what she's asking; the look on her face is devastating him. "n-no, you don't have to." he's suddenly feeling his throat get tight and tries to swallow down the lump inside of it, but it's no use. "i don't want it to feel like this." he's referencing how it feels like it might be a chore to her, how he may have just ruined everything by shutting down them finally talking. "god, i'm fucking this up so badly."

they had been lying in their lean-to like this, both on their backs & in the wrong orientation (heads peaking out and feet inside), for a while now. the purpose was so that they could see the stars... granted danbi was the only one looking at them, talking about them, and had been for at least ten or fifteen minutes. euan's sights had quickly fallen to the way his knight looked underneath the moonlight. tried to be nonchalant at first, fleeting glances through his periphery... but that was abandoned some five minutes ago. his head rested on his shoulder as he looked directly towards the other. several times had danbi made comments about the beauty of the night sky, and euan been quick to agree... though the night sky was not his muse in those moments. when he finally catches the will to interrupt their moment, euan's voice is soft and blows away with the wind. "ser danbi..." a title that still feels abnormal, but the other had insisted he drop the formality of his last name fairly quickly. the prince reaches out his outer arm so that his hand may gently grasp danbi's chin before pulling his face to look at him; touch lingering afterwards. a warmth fills his chest as their eyes meet for the first time since they lay down. euan's gaze twinkles underneath the stars--- fitting of the fact that he is looking at his whole universe. mind cannot fathom words worthy enough to say in this moment, so instead he pulls his knight towards him by that grasp.

"ziz..." tone is light-hearted as he looks over at her, smiling. despite the fact that he's right next to the couch, he sits on the floor as they talk & finish their takeout. head rests against the arm he has on the couch, which facilitates his gazing perfectly. "what do you mean a miracle?" a laugh rumbles through his chest as his smile twinkles on his face. "that was me. for your parents to let you join the after-school writing/art club in high school, it took about three weeks of meticulous seed planting in conversations via my parents & myself. mainly me. lots of casual talk about cv's and data showing schools like seeing candidates having strength outside of academics. hard as hell to make that sound casual when your parents don't share a common language, and your dads typically communicate via picking up objects and grunting out the names." he continues that airyness as he speaks--- one that proves how it's a fun memory for him. one of the many ways he proudly stood up for his childhood best friend.

"brynnie, stop squirming, please." her tone is cool and calm, as usual. she's been trying to practice an eye look that she saw online and somehow managed to convince bryn to let her do it on her. but her girlfriend keeps squinting and shifting underneath her, and raven can't get the preciseness of the liner quite right. not to mention — the shifting and squirming is stirring something dark inside the pit of her stomach. when it happens again, raven sits up on her knees, pelvis hovering over bryn's. "baby."

they haven't gotten to see each other in far too long... what with hansol finally getting adopted & cooper still remaining at the boutique. that means that when they're together, they absolutely devour every second of it. it's break time on set, and the two are sitting in the grass a la picnic style. cooper's more entranced with hansol however, evident in the way he's sat himself in between their leisurely parted legs. cooper's legs are draped over their thighs as his pelvis rests dangerously close to the other's. "sol---!" it's whined by the pup who has fully forgotten about food. his nose pressed up against their throat, inhaling deeply. "your taking to long to eat... it's already been five minutes." cut to the virtually untouched plate of cooper's food. (@gotwcird)

araceli sat at her kitchen table with a plate of half finished dinner growing cold in front of her. the tines of her fork scrape against the porcelain with a grating sound that would set anyone's teeth on edge. she stares without blinking as the other's story sinks deeper. it was supposed to be funny but the thing inside of her twisted violently at the thought. the heat building in her chest, anger. "did she touch you?" her words are quick, sharp. araceli's eye twitches and the fork clatters against the plate. "who was she? where is she now?"