he regales her with a tale from his day-to-day interactions, guffawing laughter wracking through his body as it manifests boisterously, sending his head crashing back against her shoulder as he lazes casually against her chest. ” and i told the guy ' her last name is pronounced pack, not park ' “ he continues, midwestern drawl butchering her surname all the same. Linda chuckles softly yet tuts him, insisting “ it’s not pack, it’s pak. soft p, short a, baby. “ and laughing all the more brightly when he refutes stubbornly “ that’s what i said ! “
her lithe fingertips card softly through his sunset tresses, the warble of her warm laughter dying into soft pants against his ear. Wally closes his eyes to it for a moment, enjoying the simple pleasure of being wrapped up in all that amounted to her; the faint discomfort of her pantsuit scratching his skin. the waft of yuzu and gardenias clinging to her collarbone as he presses his nose to nudge against it, the pattern of her heartbeat, strong and indomitable, which he had memorized by heart.
ˋˋ you’ve come a long way since i first met you. ˊˊ @lightsped muses softly. lost, so it seems, amidst her own recollections of him. he thinks, at first, it might be praise anchored in the progress he had made in his attempts to learn the Korean language. he soon discovers, to the delight of his thunderous heart, she had meant him as a whole.
no one knew better than Linda all that he’d grown, because no one more than Linda had played a hand in his rise into maturity. from when she hated him, to the false starts of a life together, to the true twining of their souls, tethered down a single path, he owed all that he was to Linda Park alone. Wally’s eyes open with the sweep of long eyelashes across his sharp cheekbones, olive eyes overcome with a visceral softness as they stare up at her lovely face. ‶ you should know, this is all your doing. ″ his tone is reverential, dripping with the extent of his respect and adoration for her. ‶ i am the man i am today because of you, darling. ″
