@aelirose / ask meme .
cheeks flush as her lips meet his, soft and tender and full of love — as if he had been kissed by an angel. he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her closer to him, and as their lips part, he smiles softly at her. ″ i didn’t forget my birthday again, did i ? ″
‘ ... you always forget, ’ with mouths touching / sprouting with love , she turns her lips against the edge of his , tender and sweet and brimming with the years of happy birthday’s no one ever gave him. she would make up for it , somehow , and there’s a promise there , in the press of her body against his , in the caress of dull nails against his scalp: here’s to this birthday and the next and the many more i promise to spend with you —— ’ but it’s okay, henry, you have me. i’ll always remember. ’












