#tracebled

« well, the problem seems – you see – to be…wanting anything, out of the world. as for actions having meaning, well. they sure do have consequences. »

sitting in the grass, enjoying the sun on their faces — rather idyllic. Trapped in their own little prison of Royce’s making, it could be worse.

he looks over to the man sitting beside him, looks at Boxer in all of his jacketed glory, and decides that the ground is a much better host to his back. The blue sky – a blue sky that he didn’t choose, wonderfully enough – reflects in his eyes. A strange sense of peace is there, too.

@tracebled : / / make this go on forever | accepting ] ]

   ://_ it was the feeling of calloused fingers on rarely touched skin that caught her attention. she’d donned a lovely set of cream lace lingerie and Boxer’s presence in her apartment had been a surprise to say the least; when she’d tried to cover herself up his hands had come to rest upon her bared ribcage, and Sybil had never wanted to disappear more than in that moment, with Boxer’s eyes fully on her. 

         don’t hide from me. 

         the words take her so off guard that she can feel her head spinning and in a moment of surprise she looks up; bright irises meet his and she can feel the already-present heat across her face deepen but she’s unable to look away, incapable of tearing her gaze from the gentle planes of Boxer’s face and Sybil thinks this is what love truly feels like--

         ‘ please kiss me, Box . . . ‘ she’s all nerves but her hands tangle in the front of his shirt and there’s something insistently demure in her demeanor. certainly she wants more than that but she cannot bring herself to say and so she settles for this, for the sure grip of his his hands on her waist and the warmth of his skin as he moves to close the distance between their faces.