✨ DICK ┊star-crossed lover「 blvdhavens 」
whether it’s the feel of her hands wringing the tension out of him, or the ache in his chest at being so close to her, at the gentleness in her voice, but he can’t bring himself to refuse her. will a few hours lost make such a difference, in the long run ? he wants nothing more than to wrap himself up in her, but whether it’s the truth of his feelings or just the nostalgia of what they once were, he can’t quite place.
and oh, being around her, it makes him feel young again. like he’s seventeen, and the sight of her smile alone could make his heart beat right out of his chest. would it always be this way with her, he wondered ?
hands catch hands, fingers loose around hers ;; the warmth and softness of her skin against his is keenly familiar. he knows how easy it would be to just fall back into her, like he’d never left, like they always did, but she wants to talk, and he’s all too aware of how deeply they need it, even if actions were always far easier than words.
❛ it can wait. ❜ the chair turns to face her, and he meets her gaze with a brilliant smile, the kind that seemed to only ever be reserved for her. ❛ what did you want to talk about ? ❜
SHAKY BREATHS are taken, the familiarity of his digits curling round hers almost overwhelming, skin tingles before it warms, gaze softening as it catches his own. and within those seconds of eyes meeting clear blues , she is reminded why she longer for him. kindred souls reach out to each other, as they’ve done countless times before. how long would they share this insatiable need for NEARNESS before parting ways yet again. it shatters her every time, and yet she comes right back to it asking for more.
her only weakness has ever only been him. all else she has overcome, but to FORGET him was her crux. full lips part in search of breath, palm not caught in his grasp sweeping up to delicately brush the collection of ebony tresses spanning the width of his forehead, smoothing down the side of his face to rest atop marble cheek.
❝ i miss you. ❞ there’s no remorse in saying what is felt, more so a sense of liberation like weights being pried off her chest, stopped from crushing brittle lungs. ❝ we might not be together anymore, but i hate that every time we part, you become a stranger.❞ she knew why, though she’d rather turn a blind eye than recognize it. every time they came together, even as just friends , they ended up falling right back where they had left off.
it was almost masochistic , how she never seemed sated by their pained goodbyes. once a slave to others, she is now a slave to her heart ; shackled to a fickle love doomed to combust and rise again from its ashes like a warped phoenix.
