#te1ekinetics

knowing the horrific shape of her past ( not the details, but enough to know she deserved better ), kit grasped why the world might look like a performance to carrie, looking at polished ideas of affection and finding them hollow. ‘mm . . . i can understand why you’d see it that way,’ he scribbled a final number on his stocking list then gathered the papers on the counter, stacking them with a few hard taps to the surface before giving her his full attention. ‘but i do have to disagree,’ it was, of course, a gentle disagreement, one that came with soft eyes and the smallest of smiles hovering at one corner of his mouth. ‘perhaps the version of romance people put on for show - flowers, scripts, grand gestures to look good from the outside - is fake. but real romance . . .’ he thought for a moment, wanting the words to come out correctly. ‘it’s remembering exactly how someone takes their tea, or leaving a lamp on so they don’t have to walk through a dark room, or asking them to make sure they let you know if they get home safely,’ he concluded with one, finite nod. ‘sometimes romance is just the quiet way we show someone they’re safe. does that make sense?’ @te1ekinetics.

if we're not shipping our muses together, the world can simply assume we're fucking dead.