"¡Ahm! Eso... No quisiera—" infla los cachetes. Ese mismo aire va escapándose a medida que lo empuja hacia afuera. "Suena tonto, pero me daría vergüenza pedirle que se aprenda alguna canción para mí." ¡Se siente tan ridículo admitirlo que sus orejas no tardan en encenderse! "Sé que lo hizo una vez pero— no sé, tiene muchas cosas que hacer en su día, ¿sabes? No me gustaría quitarle de su tiempo libre—" aunque claro que sería bastante lindo que le cumpla el capricho. ¡Bah! Como si no lo hiciera con regularidad con otras cosas. "A veces quisiera ser yo el que toca algún instrumento," murmura con una sonrisa boba.

 if veera had little energy left in him to at least lift an arm , he wastes it on grunting out a response to his boyfriend . he wants to say many things , from ‘ i told you we have to go to a birthday party tomorrow so maybe we shouldn't have gone for round three or four ‘ , to ‘ you have the audacity to tell me we've slept in ?? ‘ . but what leaves his mouth is a mere noise of acknowledgement , soft and tired , a little throaty because time and tay were on a vacation and they didn't have anyone to hear them but the poor neighbors probably .

 his arms are shoved beneath his pillow , one cheek pressed snugly against the soft surfaces while he blinked his eyes open a few times . venice’s face in front of him — as handsome as ever . veera can only guess how messy he looked right now with his fucked up makeup and marked neck . his irritation dies the moment venice flashes him a cheeky grin in greeting , and despite himself he's smiling . turning his head to hide it against the pillow and his arm as he mumbles sleepily ; ❛ i know exactly who to blame for that . ❜  his whole body shifts with a soft moan , upper half faces the ceiling as he lowers the duvet a little to pull venice closer to himself . allowing a loving peck to his dyed locks , veera doesn't get up . only traps venice’s neck between his arms and stares up at him with hooded eyes . a light flush to his cheeks — he smiles a little bit , simply because venice is way too handsome to be perceived in the morning . he still looks a bit dazed , like last night , letting his gaze brush over venice’s features as he mumbles ;  ❛ i think i can't walk . ❜

uno de los asesinos seriales se acerca a ti lo suficiente para susurrarte lo siguiente: “ ¿estás seguro que aunque te alejes de tus padres te alejas de tu pasado? tu felicidad parece depender de la distancia que mantienes con ellos, recuerda que todo da vueltas, los kilómetros poco a poco disminuyen. ”

🦋 @veecys 🦋