#willowxwisp

[ ◈ ] my muse makes a drunk confession to your muse.

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She’d had too much to drink. She usually did when she drank, but that was a little more than usual. Tam leaned her head over onto the other woman’s shoulder. “Hey,” she said, her voice light and bubbly. “I think you’re really cool,” she smiled, pressing her face against her neck. “And I like you a lot,” Tam murmured, “Or at least, I think I do. I’ve never been good with emotions. Like, I like spending time with you. More than just having sex. I mean, that’s great and I like that a lot. But I also like being your friend and stuff.”

♦ : Slow dancing

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Holding someone close was nice. Especially in this context. Just dancing. The other woman pressed against her, leading slightly. Or at least, Tam assumed she was leading. Tam certainly wasn’t, was she? “Are we doing this right?” she laughed lightly, looking from their feet to Willow’s face. She was really pretty, it was stupid how attractive she was. She’d never slow danced before. She never did the school dances; she and her brother usually ditched to go drink and throw rocks at broken cars in the dump like the stupid teenagers they were. “It’s still fun, though. Dancing with you. It’s nice.”

With a note that says:

I’m not really great at the whole gift giving thing in general. And I know you celebrate Yule, and I’m not sure of all the customs of that either. But I wanted to get you something even if our relationship is just very casual.

X Tamara