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heyo, i’m gray. i’m 34, nonbinary and i’ve been around the rp world for what seems like ages. i have had more than a few tumblr blogs. all the muses here are based in fictional towns/cities are a product of world building with other members of the indie community. they do not have to solely exist in these locations but unless stated otherwise, it will be assumed that they are. you may find triggering subject matter on this blog and it may also be highly selective depending on my mood. activity may also be low at times due to offline life/responsibilities. if none of that scared you away, check out the links below.

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Universe has been nudging me. Thinking about coming back to tumblr with a fresh blog. Just not tonight, I’m le tiiiired. But anyone who’d want the new url, hit me up and I’ll send it if I do

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Debating on coming back here…..

[wantcn]

SHE STOOD JUST OFF TO THE SIDE SLIGHTLY, away from the puff of hot air as Eric opened the oven and checked on the food. it was perfect as it allowed the man to be at a perfect eye-level with what she wanted to show him. the brunette smirked as she saw his reaction to the black lace wrapped around her hips and hiding her mound from view. admittedly, the underwear was just a little bit too small and it made her curves fill it out almost too much but it did not seem too obscene or tacky in any way. not to mention the bra that came in the set was also a size or two too small so the real treat would be for Eric to see that. her heavy bossom spilling out of the lacy bralette that probably looked okay on her mom's slender figure.

"but I think I can." Olivia hummed in response as Eric stood up and she had to once again look up to meet his gaze. the brunette leaned back against the kitchen counter, her hand still holding the hem of her dress up to show the lace of the underwear while the other reached up. she gently tugged and pulled at the deep V-neckline of the dress, just slightly, just barely to show off the familiar pattern of a lace on the bra. the peak at her breasts would show her tits being squeezed by the bra, begging to be taken out and touched. all for him to see and enjoy. "they're all busy arguing about the game that is just about to start." the woman pointed out, fingertip tracing over the lace as she looked at her father with an arched brow "they wouldn't even notice if we stayed here for ten minutes longer." she added "maybe I could help you with that, dad." she nodded her head towards the front of his pants, noting the bulge straining against the fabric "I could swallow it all, or maybe you'd prefer another hole?" Olivia chuckled "it would be far more comfortable to sit at the dinner table once that problem is resolved, wouldn't it?"

[allcxmeclose]

It wasn't like they fucked. No. Eric held firm on that line. But in the last few months, they'd done more than a few things no father and daughter should. It wasn't something he was particularly proud of, especially as he was standing here, cheeks flushed as he imagined pushing up her perfect tits and raking his tongue along the lace and flesh. Imagined hearing her moan from the contact alone and how he'd stifle it to keep anyone else from hearing, his thick hands clapping over her lush lips. Maybe even dragging those lace panties down her hips and legs, to shove into her mouth before-- he cut the thought off, feeling his cock pulse. though the way she traced the material, didn't help even a little. He took a breath, mentally cursing just how weak he was.

"You make a good point, but I'll manage, at least until I can steal you away and get a much better view of how well you fill out that lingerie..." Eric was going to hell. No doubt about that as he then took her hand, guiding it to the thickening bulge beneath the material, "If you're that needy though, I'll let you feel exactly what it's doing for me," he released her hand then, bringing his hands to either side of her tits, giving them a generous squeeze, loving the feel of them between his palms. "God, your tits are perfect..." Eric hummed before dipping his head, kissing her cleavage almost like a father might a daughter's forehead, "Maybe we revisit some of the boundaries later...they look too good not to take advantage of..."

[wantcn]

HIS WHISPER INTO HER EAR seemed to do the trick and ti stirred something within her head. the brunette's dreams changing to something far too realistic. she had always found Christian handsome, incredibly so. it was no surprise that the man had women fawning after him and it seemed that the young niece was no different. she could never act on it though, could she? they were family. it would be wrong. and then she went to live with him, it was closer to school and to work. she had a free roof over her head in exchange for a warm meal for dinner every day - what a silly little deal. and then her dreams started. dreams of sexual situations that always ended up with her imagination focusing on Christian. it was always him, always his hands making her shiver, always his lips kissing her, always his cock making her see stars.

so it was no different now, that the brunette thought it was nothing but a wild, wicked dream. a humm escaped her lips as the dream turned even more depraved, the thrusts into her tender core harder and deeper than ever before - the dream Christian about to send her over the edge if he continued on this way. "please." the small sound uttered in time with the way she had done in her dream, unknowingly voicing her thoughts through the haze of sleep and lust "Christian..."

[allcxmeclose]

Uncle. The title never suited him. Even when she was a little thing, just learning to talk and which monikers to use. He was always just Christian. Drove her mother crazy, but his brother, Michael, seemed to care less. There was a small piece of Christian that tossed around the idea of destiny. That the disdain he felt for the title was just foreshadowing this-- this disturbing and yet entirely magnetic attraction he had toward Anna. It was wrong, sinking his thick cock into her like this, over and over again. The action. The thought. All of it things he should be deeply ashamed about. But the moment she'd moved in with him and he saw her that first night, that curvy frame wearing next to nothing from the summer heat...Christian knew he needed her. It was so innate, he felt no guilt. Just-- need. And tonight, god, it was everything he could have ever hoped for. Nothing that felt this right could be wrong, could it?

He grunted, feeling his core continuing to tighten, his need for more increasing. He didn't want to wake her, that was part of what made it oh so delicious, but his body was taking control and the way his name left her lips-- whining for him? He drove his hips harder, his hand sliding up her torso to grip her breasts, to hold her to him, thrusts coming faster. "Fuck, Anna--" he groaned softly into her ear, feeling more depraved by the second. A thought that only caused the heat in him to swirl, his balls tightening as they smacked against her in a filthy rhythm. "You love this don't you?" Christian hummed, licking and nipping the flesh just below her ear, "So much you can't wait for me to cum in your pretty little cunt. I'll fill it to the brim. fuck it nice and deep..." He was hovering over her more now, though he couldn't resist staying close to her ear, eager to stoke the flames of whatever dream she was having.

[fauxpunks]

She knew she was being pathetic, and she was trying to hard to will herself into not being that way. It was hard, because 'break ups' for her were always mutual. Or, honestly, done by her. She wasn't sure how to deal with the rejection properly; she felt like she was a shell of herself. "I'm fine, I don't need... I'm fine." She shook her head, though she felt herself relaxing into the grasp of the woman. She didn't mean to cry, she didn't mean to do anything, of this... stress her out more. "I think I get it," she muttered, shrugging her shoulders. "You... have enough to take care of. Adding me into the mix is... well, it's not going to help, I guess." She felt her stomach twist a little, realization settling in. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell, I just..." I think I'm falling for you? "...I care a lot, really quickly and I need to get better at reigning it in."

[allcxmeclose]

"Don't be sorry, Willow. You're allowed some emotion," Elizabeth said softer now, feeling the warmth of the blonde's cheek against her hand. It was easy to fall into like this-- the delusion that being with someone like her was ok. Being so close was almost a little dizzying and she found her thumb smoothing over her bottom lip ever so slightly, "I want you. I want you so bad it's-- it's ridiculous, I need you to know that. But you're right, there's just so much..." I don't want to hold you back from. She felt her heart chip a bit at that thought, unable to resist the urge to kiss her softly, "You're fine. We're fine," she murmured, lips still so close the motion brushed Willow's, "Everything is fine..."

[luckydime]

heart racing, piper wondering if bringing them here as emotional support without a disclaimer was the biggest mistake they'd possibly made...but, if it were, talon didn't act like it. and that subtle relief was all she needed to proceed. which was exactly why piper knew they were who she needed by her side for this adventure. "them, the mom. i posted a random ad in the paper, unsure if anyone still read it, but it turns out she does, and she offered to meet." piper wasn't sure what her expectations were, or that she had any. she was fascinated with the mystery of the first few years of her life, but other than that, she wasn't really looking for anything. "i have a family, i'm not really trying to fill some kind of void. everyone else gets to know where they came from, though, i just want to know, too. is that so bad?"

[allcxmeclose]

Talon shook their head, "No. It makes sense," Bad wasn't the word they would use at least. But Piper seemed steadfast in knowing who she was and the family that raised her, so harm seemed minimal. Seemed being the keyword. "Also, it's 2024 and she's reading the paper? She's definitely related to you," A smirk lined their lips, their thumb brushing hers as they started toward the door. "Come on then...if you aren't looking for anything, there's nothing to lose," Of course, Piper could have been lying to both Talon and herself, but Talon knew deciphering that wasn't their job. Being there and encouraging her was and that's what they planned on doing as they made their way onto the porch. They gestured to the door with a nod, "You want to do the honors or should I?"

[wantcn]

THE BRUNETTE COULD SUBCONSCIOUSLY feel the warmth of someone else's frame setting into her back, oozing into her frame underneath the blanket and wrapping itself around her every bone. she always had trouble keeping warm at night, needing an additional blanket to curl underneath and shield herself away from the chilly air of the night. her frame relaxed into the new sensation, not needing to stay locked up in a fetal position to keep the temperature. her legs moved, the one on the top moving forward across the mattress with a bent knee, unconsciously opening herself up for Christian's reach even more than before. she sprawled out onto the bed, slightly rolling onto her stomach more than her side, pulling pillows up to her chest and face to nuzzle into - a humm of annoyance escaping at whatever sounds were interrupting her sleep.

the slow pace did not wake her, quite the opposite it lulled her back into the depth of her dreams. the sensations of having her hole filled with a thick cock registering on a completely different level of her mind, suddenly becoming a fantasy-fueled scene rather than one of reality. a soft moan fell from the woman's lips, her core clenching in need around Christian's length as her body took control and attempted to coax more out of the man. coax him to move deeper, harder, faster, to make her dreams reach that new level of blissfull ignorance.

[allcxmeclose]

Christian half expected her to stir as she moved and he prepared for consoling her once more. But instead protest, Anna opened herself up and he followed suit, using the angle to push deeper. He groaned, bringing the hand at her hips to his lips, not to muffle it but to allow a thick wad of saliva to coat it and doing a reach around, slipped between her folds. She was responding, stretching and flexing, yes, but he needed more friction. That and this way the pads of his fingers could tease that perfect little bundle of nerves as he nipped her ear, "That's a good girl..." he whispered against the curve of it, feeling her walls contract, trying to urge him in deeper. Not that he needed much convincing.

He teased her clit, circling it as he matched tempo with his thrust. Still slow, but harder. deeper. So much so he felt the bed frame rattle as he stifled another groan against her neck, cutting it off with loving kisses. It felt good. So very very good, the warmth in his belly continuing to grow as speed began to pick up. Part of him wondered what she was dreaming about...if she knew subconsciously what was happening. And who would she picture? Some celebrity adonis? a friend she felt more than friendly attraction for? There was a part of him, a not so small part that hoped it was him. That in her dreamscape, she was enjoying him shedding his worries for the day and rutting into her as if she was the only way to relieve him.

[wantcn]

& @allcxmeclose ♡'d the naughty starter call ( based on this )

"DO YOU WANNA SEE SOMETHING?" Olivia arched a brow, her voice soft in the silence of the kitchen - thankful that most of the ruckuss and chaos of the family dinner was happening out in the living room. she was supposed to start bringing out the food as the oven had signalled it was finished with the roast, her father following after to help carry the heavier things. that was exactly what Olivia was waiting or. she had been sitting on the sofa for an hour by now, fidgeting in her seat, watching the older man with a wicked spark in her eyes - excitement, anxiety, lust and a little bit of fear all mixing in together in her guts. "i went to your bedroom before dinner." the brunette added, reaching down to lift the hem of the dress she wore, higher and higher until she could show her father the lace of some very familiar panties. panties that Olivia had nickned from her mom's wardrobe drawer and put them on for dinner. panties that, judging from the state they were in, were rarely - if ever - used. "do you like them on me better, dad?"

[allcxmeclose]

"See what, sweetheart?" It was a fairly innocent question as Eric glanced over at his daughter. His stomach had been growling for the last hour or so and he was pretty focused on helping Olivia get everything out onto the table asap. He really enjoyed having her living under the same roof once more and he knew his wife, her mother, did too. But as he looked up from where he was crouched in front of the oven, he could see a familiar darkness in her eyes. A mixture of nerves and excitement and-- a certain spark of something he hadn't dared give a name to. It was familiar in a way that had his insides squeezing a bit, because jesus, she had no business looking at anyone like that, let alone him. "You did wha-- oh..." The sight of leg and lace had him suddenly flushed, pink staining his cheeks in a way he'd surely blame on the hit of the oven if anyone were to wander in. But he could still hear the commotion in the living room, his wife and son in a spirited debate about whatever teams were playing. "Olivia...you can't--" he paused, lowering his voice despite knowing his wife likely wouldn't have heard him anyway, "They look good on you, sure, but we can't keep doing this,"

And by this, he meant this back and forth. This attention seeking behavior that for the last month and a half ended in him locking himself in his study to relieve himself. There was a shame attached to it at first...he didn't want to admit how much she turned him on. It was wrong. Or it felt like that until he realized these little conversations, this teasing was not just a warped father misconstruing his daughter's actions, but her purposely putting in positions like these. It should have pissed him off or disgusted him or both, but knowing she was purposely trying to get his attention? That she was finding the same sick pleasure in it that he was? It made these moments even hotter. Case in point the way his cock twitched in the confines of his slacks, already a bit of a bulge beginning to show. He couldn't help but reach out, the rough pads of his fingers brushing the soft lace against her hip. It took every ounce of restraint not to slip his hand behind her to palm her ass through them. He hadn't touched her like that, through some sort of miracle, but god, he was at his tipping point, "You definitely fill them out better than mom does...but the whole family's here. We can't play this game tonight, Olivia. I can't afford sitting with blue balls all night," Eric chuckled, removing his hand a little slower than he should have as he stood. It was easier to make light of it, to treat it as if this was some sort of childish prank than to take it as it was. Otherwise, it'd be more than a little dangerous for all parties involved.

[thursdaygrl]

Her palm shifted to rest steadily on his chest as Dove leaned up a little, head canting to the side and a deadpan look flashing over his features. "I know you by now. You're getting so predictable." She teased, though she would hardly say that was necessarily true. It was a comfortable state of knowing, a familiarity that felt warm. Almost like home. She tucked herself back into him and smiled faintly at the kiss he left against her skin, even if he was going on about this shrine thing. One of her hands snaked up, fingers grasping his jaw to keep his eyes on her. "Yeah, okay, if I'm wearing knee socks and a short skirt and making you a shrine, what are you doing for me?" She insisted, big brown doe eyes narrowing as she stared up at him.

[allcxmeclose]

"Predictable?" Louis made a face like he'd been slapped before breaking out into a laugh, "Yeah ok, but you're like the only person on the planet that gets to say that shit," Because that was part of it right? Love was comfortable, ooey gooey snuggled on the couch watching each others feel good shows kinda comfortable. He wasn't above admitting that to himself now, but it didn't make the idea of admitting it to her any less terrifying. Cause there was a good chance, greater than good, that he was moving way too fucking fast. Still, he let her catch his jaw, tilting it in unconscious submission as he looked into those big brown eyes of hers, "Buying all of it?" It was a tease, the chuckle following after giving it away as he turned his head to nip at her thumb, "I'm showering you with irises at every performance, helping you reach shit on the top shelf and romancing you with the most enchanting piano covers on the planet..." And much more. Anything. Really. Dove could ask for his heart on a platter and he'd find a way to tug that puppy outta his chest and serve it up with a side salad.

[wantcn]

& @allcxmeclose ♥'d the naughty starter call ( based on this and this )

HER HEAD HAD HIT THE PILLOW and she was out like a light within moments. the brunette desperately needed to catch up on a few hours of sleep so even though it was quite an early evening she simply went to bed. there was nothing more she needed to do, she could just relax and hopefully rest a little bit more. Anna did not stirr, did not wake up, when the door to the room opened and someone walked in. there was no point in worrying and her brain knew that subconsciously - there was only one other person who would come to her at night. and she had nothing to fear from him. "mhmm." a soft sound escaped her, a quiet complaint almost, as the mattress dipped under his weight. Anna snuggled deeper into the pillows, hiding herself in the soft warmth of the comfortable sheets, lingering on that hazy & DANGEROUS point in between sleep and consciousness. a warm touch grazed over her hips, something tugged across her skin and yet the brunette did not stirr. but then there was a sudden feeling of fullness entering her, stretching her. something thick, long and extremaly hot sliding into her core slowly almost as if to tease her. "w-what..." Anna hummed, not registering fully what was happening, absolutely too sleepy and comfortable to care "too tired.'

[allcxmeclose]

Today was the type of day that Christian couldn't wait to end. It felt as if anything that could go wrong, did, starting with missing his morning alarm. Punctuality was something he prided himself on, so it wasn't late enough that he missed his 8 o'clock, but it cut his coffee and work out time to shreds. Everything felt just a little off after and between traffic and clumsiness and simple irritating inconveniences, he was breathing a sigh of relief the moment he crossed the threshold into the place he shared with his niece, Anna. She got to save some money and he-- well, he was able to help out a loved one. More than that, he had a companion of sorts, one who made sure to sit something aside for him for dinner before evidently going to bed quite early. He clocked the meal before finding her in her room, sound asleep. She looked beautiful there engulfed in the warmth of her sheets. Peaceful. As if the world and its chaos had not touched her at all.

Anna was in her own world and as he moved closer, Christian couldn't help but wonder what that might feel like. He knew of a way though to experience all his troubles melting away into a bliss filled ignorance. One that had him quietly kicking off his shoes and unbuckling his belt. A step out of his slacks, a loosening of his tie. All it took was a few moments, a touch...a few firm strokes and Christian sighed once more, almost groaning as he felt himself sink slowly inside his sleeping beauty. She felt wonderful, just as he imagined. Warm and wrapped around him so perfectly he swore she was made just for this. For him. "Shh, pretty girl-- just a little dream.." he murmured, inhaling through his nose as he held himself in place, large fingers holding her hip before leaning to press a soft kiss to the curve of her jaw, "It'll feel so good, I promise," Christian pulsed as he whispered to her, knowing that he didn't want to wake her. Not when she was so perfect just like this. He pulled back a little before pushing into her once more, nice and slow, letting his cock enjoy the feeling of her stretching for him.

[loveisliquor]

He snorts and she smiles despite herself-- before tucking the offending finger away. She can feel the nerves rolling off him-- and her stomach is nothing but knots, until he starts to speak. No, I can't say that. Strangely, his admission feels like relief-- like she can let go of the careful distance she'd placed between them, the ways she'd attempted to put that night in the past, and return to who they'd been before. "Space? God-- I thought we'd had enough of space, Q" She murmurs softly. "Let down--? I-- No. I mean there's no gentle let down-- I just. I don't regret it either. I don't regret any of it." She blushes at her admission, but meets his gaze anyway, lets him see the honesty in her eyes-- the desire-- the confusion. "Also I...I don't need space, Quincy. I've spent the past week trying really hard not to kiss you. So if I haven't been-- normal it's because I'm--being close, feels...." She exhales softly and closes the self imposed distance between them. She can feel her heart, trying to beat it's way out of her chest and she lifts his hand and presses it against her, lets him feel the staccato beat his presence evokes. He's close now, and it's heady, dizzying. Her eyes shift from their entwined hands to his familiar pools of blue. "Do you need space from me?"

[allcxmeclose]

He was going to need a cigarette or something after this. His insides felt like someone stuck them in a blender and turned them to taffy. Even as she talked, they seemed to pull and twist and churn. Cause sure, she says these things, but there's bound to be a 'but' right? No way she's not letting him down, not regretting it, without some sort of other excuse. Quincy was almost hoping for that. Which-- fucking weird, but it would be easier wouldn't it? Tempest...she was his best friend and anything other than a let down, other than them going back to how it was before, could end in a fucking disaster. He couldn't lose her, not because he couldn't keep it in his pants. Or in this case, his mouth to himself. But she's closer now, taking his hand and shit-- he totally missed what she said. Her heart's beating so fast though, almost as fast as his when he catches her question, "No--" the word was weak, almost dreamy as he looked into her eyes and felt...well, just felt. "I don't need space if you don't. I don't want to fuck this up though. I'm pretty useless without you around," the hand against her chest moved to her cheek, "I'm terrified of that. Bustin up something this good..."

[lovervined]

the way ana just gave into being taken care of, was not something she would've normally done. stubbornness was a big trait of hers. the woman didn't like giving up. she closed her eyes as the other began to massage her aching feet. she sighed softly before opening her eyes again, "milton is.... milton. i don't know why they even hired him." she laughed softly, "the heat though.. as a bartender you kind of get used to it." she shrugged her shoulders as she looked at talon, "i miss spending time with you too. i know. i need to take a day off once in a while." she said with a sigh, "it seems like i work all the time."

[allcxmeclose]

Talon's head tilted, that grin of theirs becoming more of a smirk as Ana's eyes closed. It was nice to see her relaxing like this. She deserved more of it but telling her as such was a guaranteed way to end their little moment together. Ok. Maybe not guaranteed, but Talon wasn't going to risk it considering they spent so little time together recently. "You and me both. He is a mess," And yet, some how he continued to get praises from upper management. It blew their mind. "Tomorrow maybe?" The question was a bit more hopefully than they liked as fingers worked their way over Ana's ankle and up to her calf, massaging and squeezing slowly still. Again, they didn't want to risk spooking her, but it was hard not to be greedy when they were together like this.

[fauxpunks]

"I've been trying to make it work, Liz. I try to do everything I can to make it work." Which, normally, was to hide herself away as if she didn't have a choice. Willow wasn't unaware of how she looked, how easy it could be for her to find someone else to want her. But she was so stuck, so emotionally involved with the woman that she was desperate to keep her. "Please," she muttered, standing up, grabbing her by the arm again. "Please, I'll do anything, don't⸺don't just throw me away. I need you, I..." She stopped, trying to swallow back her tears, angry that she wasn't able to ask her for more without crying. "When did I become a burden you dread, and not the solace you sought?"

[allcxmeclose]

The grip surprised her, but not as much as Willow's begging. It was-- unnerving. And a bit infuriating. She wanted to tell her to stop. That she wasn't worth her tears, no one was, let alone those words. But again, she was tired and to have Willow thinking she was just-- that she would throw her away? Elizabeth swallowed again, her jaw tighter than she would've liked as she pulled back from the hand on her arm. She pulled in order to catch it, drawing Willow close enough to catch her hips with one hand and cup her cheek with the other, "I'm not throwing you away and I don't-- I don't dread you. You make it sound so dramatic. Everything with you is dramatic," she chuckled weakly, her thumb brushing away tears that hadn't fallen, "I love that about you but you're gonna make yourself sick getting worked up like this. So breathe. Please?"

[luckydime]

taking a deep breath, piper spun towards the other, eyes wide with shock as they realized they'd never really told talon why they were here. or why she needed the intense emotional support. "oh, yes, the whole what we're focusing on thing," she repeated, stalling before dropping what might be a huge bomb on them. "you know how i was casually-but-not-so-casually looking into my birth parents?" she just wanted to know where she came from... "someone may have reached out to me, and this might be their house. please don't be mad i didn't say anything before dragging you here."

[allcxmeclose]

Talon raised an eyebrow, waiting. Not that they were too worried. They knew Piper and that she was...weird. A good weird. A weird like them. But this felt like something else, something heavier than her usual antics and when she finally spoke, it was confirmed, "Birth parents? That's-- that's yeah, super casual..." they wet their lips, looking from Piper to the house and back, "Who? Them? Or someone else?" Again, they weren't worried. Not really, but they knew these sorts of things could go amazing or horrible and the idea of Piper getting hurt by whoever lie beyond that door...it made their stomach churn, "I'm not mad...but are you sure this is what you want?"

[fauxpunks]

"How am I making this about you? I'm being extremely selfish right now by trying to convince you to want to be with me despite what's holding you back." She found herself talking louder than she normally did, looking up at Liz and wondering why she was letting herself get upset and worked up. "If you don't want me, if you're all done, then fine. But I'm obviously not interested in letting go of you⸺or this⸺" gesturing between the two of them "⸺so if that's what you want to happen, don't put it on me. Because you are allowed to have young, smart, beautiful, good people that want you as much as I want you!"

[allcxmeclose]

Round and round and round. That's all they were doing. It was giving her a headache and in a way she'd rather ignore, her heart to ache. She didn't get why Willow just...wouldn't let this go. Because that was the point, wasn't it? You shouldn't have to convince anyone to want to be with you. You shouldn't have to fight. And yet here she was, raising her voice the loudest she ever heard it, even including the days she watched the boys. Elizabeth groaned, stepping around her pacing within the kitchen for a moment before leaning against the island, "I'm tired, Willow-- so fucking tired and I don't want to fight with you. I don't--" words caught in her throat and she swallowed hard, "It's not that I don't want you. I'd be fucking crazy not to want you...I just don't see how this, how we could work. We're just delaying the inevitable and I don't want to hurt you any more than I already have,"

[allcxmeclose]

Heading to a building without internet and all I wanna do is write. Le sigh. Hopefully I’ll have spoons to do more replies later.