#scfthands

     “ how many more appointments do you have today? ”      @scfthands

       if there was a way to hear back the voicemail before clicking the end button, ronan would have done so. but all he could remember was the tidbits that had been running through his head all day, the fragmented sentences that kept his tongue numb with regret. the worst part was not knowing if she was even going to listen to it, if it was going to sit in her voicemail box until she got a new phone and cleared out her history or if it was going to be deleted as soon as his name flashed over her screen. “ fuck. ” his phone stayed gripped between clammy palms, his right thumb pressed firm against the bottom half of the screen as if waiting for the ‘answer’ button and her photograph to pop up.             / @scfthands

@scfthands .               something felt like he always had to be walking on eggshells around her,  though it wasn’t because of anything she had done nor said and ren  knew  that. which somehow made it all worse. social cues were something he hadn’t the easiest time picking up on and now finding himself dropped in the company of a girl that was irreversibly substantial to the other two almost had ren feeling like some kind of connection with her  ─  regardless of how minimal  ─  was an   obligation   now.  “ denny’s?  you pick, between there, waffle house and the diner, ”  he offered and pushed himself to sit completely upright. making a point to keep his gaze away from her form, ren found the palms of his hands to be   unnaturally   interesting. 

@scfthands //                  abel hadn’t earnest been expecting out of her. he hadn’t divulged himself with the expectation of getting anything back, warranting himself a reciprocation. it just ─ the fact had felt like a literal anvil pressed against his lungs, knocking the breath out of him whenever she’d walked into a room with the underlying threat of spilling between casual conversation. however, rather than dismissing her i love you too like every initial nerve in his body had told him to, abel offered her a small smile. a shift up of either end of his mouth. her palms felt warm against his cheeks, gaze set solely on her face. for once in his life, abel felt like he could fucking breathe clearly. his head angled forward to bump the tip of her nose with his own. “ don’t get too cheesy on me now, ” he murmured as a faux forewarning, although the words could have easily implemented another plea. abel’s hands idly began traveling up the length of her sides, brushing over bare skin in inches. he wasn’t sure what else there was to say, if there’d be anything at all to say that wouldn’t be sprinkled in self-deprecation. so rather, abel kissed her in hopes his lips would do better with actions than words.