mblle:
it’s strange, really, but suddenly she finds herself wanting what they used to have. that’s impossible, of course, and it’s all thanks to her, but selfishly mabelle hopes that she can still capture his attention and affection, still make him have that awed look on his face when he looks at her. mabelle finds her spot and waits until forrest lifts the phone, snorting in response to his comment, and then she’s posing as the camera snaps photos, perhaps a little more passionately than she would have if he were not behind the camera.
mabelle is smiling at him and it’s just like old times, and forrest watches her affectionately. it’s bittersweet, really, her coming back here. he wishes it was for him that she returned, as selfish as that sounds, but knows that the secrets of the town tended to bring all wanderers back in the end. he shakes himself out of it, and snaps photographs away, ten, twenty, fifty -- eventually giving her suggestions of where to look, where to place her arm, to stop smiling as that wasn’t her instagram aesthetic. it’s not until her phone beeps at him that he stops to look at the screen. ❝ damn. sorry to ruin the photoshoot but seems like you’re out of space on here. ❞













