#hunny.

“how are you so warm?” she asks it as her fingers dance along the length of his forearm, mapping out veins in an almost absent way. she doesn’t mean physically, of course, burning at a much higher temperature than hunny ever has. but his presence? she feels soothed by the glow of it. “whenever i’m with you, i can close my eyes and imagine us together in a meadow somewhere. sun up high, flowers, all of that poetic nonsense. it is so strange to me that you aren’t a part of that world. you could fool me so well that i may let my guard down around you entirely,” heavens knows she’s never sat so intimately with a vampire before him, resting against him as she is now and leaving affection behind in the gentle graze of their skin.

gUUURL.