#staggotry

"Sweetheart?"

She smells like spring. You don't remember being this happy without a reason in a long time. The air of the Arch at night or the cold sand isn't even a bother anymore.

"Siuvahn, you're redder than a blooming rose. Are you fine?"

You finally open your eyes to the much smaller girl on your lap, her eyes wide and a vivid shade of pink glowing through her. You shuffle a bit, putting her hands around your neck and stealing a small peck doing so.

"Just thinking."

"About?"

She purses her lips slightly, a twinkle of curiousity flashing through her large blue orbs. You drag fingers down her bare back as if you were trying to remember every little details of it, before closing your eyes again.

"Lots of things."

"Hhm. Is it your work?"

"Pff. No."

"Willissey?"

"Why would... Shush. It's nothing."

Her arms drag back down to her sides as she leans against your chest. She hums, and you feel her smiling against you.

"Say, you never really told me what you did for a living..?"

"It doesn't really matter."

"You can't just not answer any of my questions, sweetheart."

"Sure can."

She groans and you chuckle. You stay a good moment in complete silence, before she untenses and sighs against you. Blindly, you brush some of her leaves from her face. In the distance, you hear a drunken rumble happening, yet you ignore it.