#wilna

when I say ray and will sleep together I don't mean they're sexually active I mean that they sleep in a bed. cuddling. coddling each other on their worst days. two perfectly capable people who treat each other like they're fragile because the thought of touching the other in a way that is anything less than tender genuinely sends a pang of pain and sorrow through their chests. two individuals who give each other kisses that yearn not for their own pleasure, but yearn for the other to know how deeply infatuated they are with them. it's not fluff. it's not hurt and comfort. It's not angst with a happy ending. It's love. it's two people that despite the world around them being so loud, still find quiet within moonlit, rumpled sheets that they sleep under, tangled in each other's arms. two individuals that could and do stand naked in front of each other, yet keep their eyes locked on each others faces because to them there's nothing more gorgeous than the other's eyes and the way their hair falls across their forehead.