#wcstlcys

who knew how much really changed in a month when you wore the weight of the world on your shoulders? maeson was more than aware of her own exhaustion, trying to find the right balance, but this one had taken a certain importance. she’d made the mistake of doing the one thing that could have, probably should have allowed him to slip away from the depth of their friendship by leaving. unable to leave well enough alone, or allow the man to shut her out like she was just another stranger, she’d taken on another responsibility along with all her new duties: making it up. that explained why they were currently sprawled across the couch, deft fingers tracking back through curls, pushing them away from his forehead with a softer affection than most were ever granted. “you have a really big ass forehead, you know. like damn, this thing goes on forever...”  she comments, usual sarcasm clinging to accented tone, grin already tugging hard at the corner of her mouth.

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

To be completely honest with herself, Elienna didn’t knew how both of them had gotten to this point of their evening. The start of the night was already a little hazy in her brain which made the only bright and vivid thing to be the present, right here and right now, that happened to unfold on the small dance floor, with them… dancing together. But that simple act was nothing like all of those other times in the clubs, where both of them loved to spent their lonely evenings at, while hoping to forget whatever shitshow life had thrown at them during yet another exhausting week. No. This time the music was slow and kind of alluring, which was the only possible explanation to why both of them had agreed to do this.

Now Elienna’s hands were loosely wrapped around his shoulders, chest barely pressed onto his - just enough to feel every time he exhaled or decided to act a little more boldly and fast. She had to lift her head just a little bit in order to be able to look him in the eyes, all while trying to suppress a giggle that was brewing inside of her. “Who would’ve thought that we have it in us, huh?”, teased with a crooked smile Ella, head slowly falling over his right shoulder as both of them continued moving slowly, in an elegant sync. Few strands of hair fell over her cheek yet the woman made no attempt at breaking the contact to fix the little mistake. “You know… please, don’t laugh at this but… I think its my actual first time dancing like that with someone else.” The truth wasn’t easy to admit but Elienna had already made the first step. There was no going back now, at all. And it felt kind of natural which was the reason she continued before there was a chance for her right mind to return and stop her from exposing herself like that. “Its not like I had a prom in the normal sense of the word. Or anything like that. And I’ve never been to an actual proper date where people do stuff like that. Or they are doing it only in the cheep tv shows on the TV?” She was rambling now, it was more then obvious that her nerves had taken their toll; plus the glass of wine hadn’t helped at all. “Anyways… I meant to say… Thank you. It’s surprisingly nice. And it kind of means a lot to me.”

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[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

Theo was in the kitchen when he heard the key in the door. Without guessing, who knew who to expect. Frankie came and went as she pleased in his home, a comfort he never saw coming when he moved to the small town. “You’re just in time,” he called out as he poured amber liquid from the bottle he held directly into the skillet attached to the other. “I’m making some sort of drunk chicken.” He waited for a few moments in the silence, brow furrowing as he waited, until finally she appeared in the doorway. Theo only had to glance her way to understand the fatigue he felt radiating from her soul. 

Sighing, he put down the beer and let go of the skillet. He then turned, beckoning her forward with a crook of his finger, and when she stopped in front of him, he pushed a few strands of hair from her face. Eyes searching hers, he asked, “Rough day?” His hand at her ear slid down to circle the base of her neck, thumb settling in the hollow of her collar. The corner of his lips twitched sympathetically before he leaned forward and pressed a firm kiss to her forehead. “I just did a load of clothes, and your favorite sweats were in there.” Leaning back, he replaced his lips with his own forehead, eyes locking onto hers. “Go slip them on and later I’ll give you a massage.” Squeezing his hand slightly, he pulled away, winking as he retrieved his beer.