♡⃕ @general-kalani.
Helena has her legs draped casually across Samuel's, lounged with only a mild care for the world at the moment. It might've been her third or fourth time rereading the novel in her hands though that hardly mattered to her. The restful reverie was more about holding onto the peace and quiet than it was really taking in anything written on the pages again. A sigh and she leans enough that one shoulder meets his.
❝ How long before we're called back, do you think? ❞








