#haloshe

"We were already close but once my folks died, we became inseperable for a time. Even though she was more popular, Jessica always had time for me. Whether it was sneaking out to concerts, pulling pranks or skipping work we were always hanging out. She moved back to Chicago but we talk almost every day!"

Even then they are cautious, curious even if they went too far in interpreting the question too literally.

             “——you sound very sure of yourself.”  Cleo has responded to that,  looking over her shoulder.  “It’s been a long time since I needed someone;  it’s usually the other way around.”

𝐚𝐧      𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠      𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧      ,      a      confounding      yet      almost      soothing      anomaly      .      an      otherworldly      experience     with      the      beast      unable      to      comprehend      𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚕𝚎      𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜      of      harmony      .      he      teters      between      the      precipice      of       yautja      honour     &      humanly      respect      .      when      in      her      presence      he      feels      strangely      𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞      ,      almost      like      the      lost      piece      of      the      puzzle      finally      being      added      .      fingers      twitching      ,      biting      at      the      block      adequately      looking      for      an      answer      to      his      frailing      emotions      .      his      stomach      sinks      ,      WASTED      UPON     FRACTURED      HOPES      &      DREAMS      .      𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝      𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫      𝐡𝐞𝐫      𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠      𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦      ,      his      eyes      dancing      over      her       with      such      grace      &      beauty      .      it      feels      wrong      ,      a      crack      in      an      otherwise      well-mannered      existence      .      if      this      is      how     it      all      ends      ,      so      be      it      ,      𝚑𝚎      𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜      𝚘𝚞𝚝      𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛      𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜      𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖     .      he      hesitates      for      a      brief      moment      ,      SWELLING      UPON      MIXED      SYMPATHIES      ....      beastly      digits      trailing      𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲      along      her     cheek      before      running      elegantly      through      her      hair      ,      careful      not      to      catch      𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐬      on      her      flesh      .     motionless      ,      it      was      the      least      he      could      do      ,      she      needed      her      rest      just      as      he      did      his      own      .

                                             *     /   @haloshe​ 

              “——I’m assuming you’re going to remedy that,  hm?”  The Corinthian said,  a drink in his hand,  occasionally swishing the wine around.  “You want some?  I got a whole bottle.”