◕‿◕ - to lan fan from knowsgreed
send ◕‿◕ to play with my muse’s hair
Misplaced and odd-timed touches had become something of a NORM from Ling. His hand would brush past her’s when they passed each other, or their legs would come just a bit closer when they sat.
But they were never by accident, Lan Fan noticed. Ling was always deliberate in the way he touched her; a small squeeze of her hand, a CARESS of her cheek. And now here they sat shoulder to shoulder under a shady tree, with Ling’s fingers sliding idly through her hair. He twirled some ends, smoothed out others, but whatever he did…. it was PEACEFUL.
Lan Fan couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this serene. The last time they had BOTH gotten some measure of rest. But it wasn’t the “last time” that mattered. Not right now.
Now, all she was concerned with was the gentle breeze that tousled the tree. The way the sun shined just enough to be warm, but not overly hot. The way Ling folded little BRAIDS into her hair with tender care. And she was just fine with that.
