𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒂·𝒅𝒊·𝒂𝒕𝒆

EMILIA ROSE FLORRENT ❀  an independent and private fandomless original character ; originally brought to tumbl.r in 2018 & rebooted february of 2024. dark themes will be present in some arcs and verses & tagged accordingly. formerly under the url florrentine.

𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲? 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 & 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆.

𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚 𝒊𝒏 ❀ a british rose can have thorns, she looks like an angel ( but she'll gut you like a fish ), sometimes sunshine is a person, hope doesn't always kill, i'm not your manic pixie dream girl, life can look different through the lens of a camera AKA how to find beauty in even the most dire places, # team heart 🩵.

𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 ❀ everharrt & whtlckhale & withdread 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 ❀ stringmastery / metalliquor , & leagueofdccm / sav1ored

they haven’t been awake together all that long, even though most of the morning’s already passed them by -- she might have a little bit of time on him ( out of habit, unfortunately; early classes have made her an early riser this semester against her will ) but she hadn’t wanted to wake him just yet. she's been content on simply watching his sleep there beside her, curled in close and warm ... she wonders sometimes if he knows how often she just likes to look at him --- and not just those meant - to - be quick little glances ( that somehow, never seemed to be as brief as they probably should be so as not to risk getting caught as often as she does now )  whether they're traveling all the way to the other side of the room in class or when he's close like this.

but it isn't long before she's no longer content with just looking --- and maybe it's a little bit selfish of her ( something she hopes he'll forgive her for being after the fact ) wanting to reach out and touch; freeing her hand out from under the blanket they're sharing so she can brush a bit of hair out of his face. the risk ( him waking up and catching her ) doesn't deter her in the slightest ( and really, what's the real consequence here? waking him up and having to quietly murmur an apology against his lips for doing it? )

which of course is what happens on her second attempt at pushing the hair back towards his ear; an exhaled laugh and a grin on the pillow beside him the first thing he'll see once his vision comes back into focus --- that and a marginally apologetic " 'morning, babe" for waking him up. but before she can try to come up with an excuse for waking him, he catches her hand on the third attempt to see more of his face, barely missing a beat before he he presses his lips to the inside of her wrist.

and ---- she feels it immediately. it’s not simply the warmth of his skin against her hers that permeates and spreads towards her fingertips and up her arm, but something else. it’s something akin the feeling that always gets described as butterflies in the stomach ( a phrase that from an early age always confused her --- who would want to eat a bunch of butterflies in the first place?! ); a happiness that feels ... almost stolen; unearned. as if he doesn’t quite believe it’s meant for him. ( but oh, if he only knew just how happy he made her… )

maybe she’s overdue in telling him exactly ------- not the part about how happy he makes her every time she gets a chance to see him; that she’s got down practically to a science now, even if it isn’t always conveyed in words. between the way she looks at him ( whether he’s looking back at her or not ) and how quick she is to repay his frequent little gestures of affection with a little kiss of her own, he must at the very least know she's smitten beyond belief.

but it's the fact she can feel it --------------- feel the warmth in him when they're close; feel how something like this felt almost previously unobtainable ( and still maybe he feels like it isn't exactly real, or he isn't exactly deserving ).

maybe she should finally tell him about that part of her, no matter how bizarre it might sound. if anyone would understand her, it's him. and maybe it's overdue. maybe ---- but for now, maybe she'll just hum sweetly while he presses another kiss to the pulse point in her wrist.