Ă We were cuddling but now things are getting a little hot. - wrong blog but from aramis
cuddle up meme + @ourpyrrhicvictory aka @oragod
         Itâs always been difficult to navigate in the dark.
Itâs a fresh week since sheâs moved into Aramisâ place â sleeping in a bed that isnât hers with her things left abandoned, yet, she feels somehow all the richer for it. No more is there a shadow looming, a fear that courses, within her veins, a worry that sheâll displease her ex and find herself on the receiving end of ABUSE AND LOSS, an endless cycle that had her feeling useless, empty, and returning back, again and again. No more, no more, thereâs something beautifully freeing that sheâs found since getting to know him thatâs helped to give her that strength that she had forgotten was hers to wield; and since coming here, itâs about that rediscovery of it, about being the phoenix, resurrected from her ashes.
Then thereâs Aramis, looking at her all soft, wanting to fix her, like heâs got an idea of how to pull it all together. But itâs sorta working, isnât it? Camera in hand, and him ready to take the other, she tells herself not to rush things, get back into shit⊠Itâs hard to tell herself this is freedom if sheâs off and depending on another man to fix herself afterwards. But heâs made it SO DAMN HARD not to look at him in that light, when heâs got his arm around her and pulling her close, when comfort bleeds into something else that she can pinpoint, but felt half afraid to address.
Thereâs a movie on, some James Dean kinda bullshit thatâs, just noise at this point with his arm slung about her shoulders, she thinks itâs gotta be on purpose, this boring film, how he keeps glancing at her instead of focusing on the plot (there was none). That moment when his fingers brush, against a shoulder, that slow touch that feels like itâs about to LIGHT A FIREÂ in her (breath, short, pupils, dilated), eyelids fluttering shut for a moment before she bid herself to just give in, her hand slipping from its casual perch at his thigh, to further upwards, a glance, a gulp, cast when looking at him, daring herself to close the gap between them, feeling herself melt, for the first time in forever.
