the most wonderful time of the year 🎄 brexis
selfrestrainedamage:
Alexis is better with words than she is clearly, as Brooke flounders for her words and allows herself to be absorbed in how overwhelmed she feels. With Alexis’ hands, and lips and arms and words and brain and soul and body - she’s speechless in their usual game of cat and mouse. She’s allowing herself to FEEL. She’s feeling despite how feeling could hurt and has hurt in the past and she’s feeling even though she hasn’t in a long time. She wants to savour feeling. A nod of understanding at Alexis’ first statement follows, watching the flicker of the lights illuminate the walls. Their faint glow transcending the walls into their room. A warm light against their warm bodies and warm hearts and warmth. Against how good they feel. She has a mind to keep them up all year long as a reminder of their WARMTH. Because she’s been cold for so long. Alexis’ romanticism thrills and surprises and enlivens her. Different layers, versions of the girl she loves, and she’ll keep uncovering them with renewed vigour everyday. Her gaze is drawn away from observing the warm, flickering lights to her girlfriend’s face. Her breath hitches when Alexis’ breath pans over her face, over her lips. Stationary in her anticipation. “I’ll love you. I’ll climb up ten flights of stairs at 3AM to love you.” She melts into the kiss, and it shows. She hasn’t been this happy in a long time. “Thank you for letting me. And your project is beautiful.”
Walls crumble as layers continue being peeled one by one which solidifies her growing feelings towards Brooke. This was it. She was taking a step, terrified beyond any imaginable state she might be in, her doubts washes away with one glance of those amber orbs staring at her that carries so much love. It was then she understood and felt what it feels for someone to love you with one look. She will no longer let pain guide her and stop her from expressing how much Brooke means to her. She will no longer be afraid.
The memory seeps in at their first encounter causing her shoulders to shake as corner of her lips raises to a smile. It might have not been story book perfect, but it was a memory she could never forget. “I feel like this is a dream and someone is bound to slap me soon to wake me up.” Voicing out her thoughts words come out slowly, she holds Brooke tighter at the thought that this was a fragment of her imagination. Because it wouldn’t be the first time. Emerald hues seldom disappear into reality to picture out and make her own happiness in her mind and they always involve Brooke.
“You’re just saying its beautiful because it was mostly you in it. Narcissist.” Stifling a laugh proves harder than anticipated. Alexis was overjoyed that she slips her hands lower and lifts Brooke up in the air and turns her around with glee. Because she’s happy. Because she’s with Brooke. Because she’s in love. Because she’s infatuated and madly in love with the most amazing human being she has encountered; Brooke James. “This might not be the best time to tell you...I still think Christmas is annoying.” Her voice carries a tone of sympathy but she’s grinning, still. To the point where it hurts, but its the good kind of pain. “I fucking love you, Brooke James.” She screams out for anyone and everyone to hear because she’s no longer afraid.














