#lcvehues

                             ❛   what do you mean ‘there’s no tomato paste left’ ? how am i supposed to make the bolognese for the pasta ?!   ❜

       she unravels him effortlessly. he can feel the strings being tugged from his stubborn hold with each passing second stuck in this little BUBBLE of theirs --- this quiet moment carved out just for them. he knows he’s already STOLEN too many of these precious moments --- surely he has no right to claim another? hands that have participated in violence and death and CHAOS have no place tracing along features of a face that holds so much LIGHT in it. he’s not used to it --- normally confident movements become UNSURE as his head dips towards hers, lips hovering for a moment to allow her time to come to her SENSES and move away. but for some reason gavin can’t COMPREHEND....she doesn’t. he’s no novice to kissing, but as his lips brush against hers hesitantly, he feels almost as if it’s his FIRST. there’s no desire to manipulate her --- nothing he wants to GAIN from this kiss aside from getting to briefly possess something soft and SWEET in his anarchic life. it’s more innocent than he’s used to, and for the first time in a long time he feels like GAVIN and not the GOLDEN BOY persona he has built around himself like trusted armor.

                          ❛   well, if i told you, then it wouldn’t be a surprise !   ❜

            heart swells. it seems kind words are made kinder, coming from a friend-nearing-sister like lauren. she leans to nudge the other’s shoulder with her own — it’s muscle memory.   ❛   ‘re you kidding ? you don’t need to thank me for that.   ❜   a smile and a pause.   ❛   that’s like thanking the sky for being blue. it just DOES that.   ❜

         gavin’s world wasn’t PURE — he was convinced there would never be that “happily ever after” ending sentence to the story of his life. there was too much BLOOD and VIOLENCE staining the pages, and what place did those have in good endings? and yet here he was, mixing his chaos where it shouldn’t be — namely that of the woman before him. he’d known her for months now, but had known the at the first collision with her that she was TOO GOOD for him. but he’d allowed himself to willingly get sucked into her bright atmosphere, content to hover around the edges to cause the least damage while still soaking up some of the sun. the friendship was somehow easy — she was able to coax out the better parts of him that he thought had long since been buried. he wasn’t sure what he contributed back to her in turn if anything at all, but gavin had always had a bit of a SELFISH streak that kept the worry from seeping through and tearing the whole thing down. it’s why she’s in his apartment now as he shuffles through takeout menus inside the drawer. ❝ alright, think i got it narrowed down to two finally — so chinese or pizza? ❞ he asks, finally poking his head around the corner and waving the papers in her direction. ❝ you’re the final decision, so make it count. ❞

             ❛   merry christmas ! guess what i have !   ❜    she flaunts a small bag with tissue paper peeking out the top.

    ❝I’ve got presents for you and your lil’ one!❞

              ❝ i hope she didn't cause you any trouble. ❞