#kw | bash

PROMPTS

She’s never been able to keep hands still. Working a rag over a glass or across a countertop. Sweeping to the news on a radio near as old as the diner. Circling fingers over Mason’s head and letting vines drop from them for him to pull. Timing the beating of Tegan’s heart when she finally falls asleep. If Keyleth is awake then there is something to be done — cleaned, cooked, kept.

Cared for. 

Hums as she holds out the next tool as Bash looks over his road hog, ❝ Got the sense you might need someone more right now. ❞ Covers her own smile with an unopened can of beer to press against a cheek and steal away some cool from the heat. He’s got that same look — that there are other ways better spent than fussing over him. Must be genetic. 

SPOTS TO KISS

It’s only when his warmth leaves her —  bodies close enough to steal away the bitter cold of this world’s hell-soaked nights —  that her heart is set enough to speak. Fuels what her mind has kept locked away for some time.

Prompt Roulette Starters - (45) Giving a piggyback ride through the rain.

❝ You should stay. ❞

THERE’S AN UNMISTAKABLE TENSION AT HIS NECK.  Shoulders bunch up under her. Grip on her thighs readjusts lightly. Otherwise? Keeps to the careful pace hustle down the hillside. Her house a bit beyond. Rain begins to smatter over the sky beneath the open sun. There are all these ways Bash reminds her of Tegan. The shared nuances their time together wove into undeniable proof of being family. At least in the hereditary way.