#walkerxroman

Coated in a layer of sweat from the sparring session that seemed routine by now, he’d taken a step back from the opponent in question before waving a hand out like an invitation. “Well, go on.” Encouraged the first move to be made by the opposite, clearly already ready to step into the defensive when he’d needed to. Eyes were trained on him, watching carefully as if trying to predict the next move before it came. “You usually don’t keep me waiting this long.”  Baited, fingers on outstretched hand curling in, beckoning.

while  spending  time  at  the  cavae  was  the  least  of  what  he  wanted  to  do---  he  still  didn’t  WANT  to  stray  far  from  ayda.  call  it  separation  anxiety,  call  it  attachment,  call  it  whatever  you  wanted  ;  he  still  felt  safer  being  in  proximity  to  her.  the  collar  helped  if  only  to  pacify  some  feelings  of  being  alone,  out  on  his  own.  he  wasn’t  quite  ready  to  venture  to  far  or  wander,  in  specific.  maybe  eventually  he  would  but  right  now  he  was  extremely  content  with  what  they  had  right  now.  until  he  was  fully  ready,  “hey,  I  remember  you,”  he  speaks,  “I  don’t  think  I  ever  got  your  name,  unless  I  did  and  my  memory  is  terrible.  which  is  probably  more  so  the  case.”

text message theater

Ayda: actually, while you’re there. grab the black one too.

Ayda: it has this strip of leather on it

Ayda: red silk’s woven into it. you honestly cant miss it.

Ayda: also, grab the pink one.

Ayda: i lied, not the pink one. the red one.

text message theater

Ayda: what is this

Ayda: is this a joke

Ayda: listen. seriously. no.

Ayda: nope, come back here. take it back. this is wrong. all wrong.