❋ (Rising from the dead to log into this blog after like a year and make you write me things lmao)
it’s rare he’s ever gotten her to loosen up enough to drink with him, let alone be seen in public. as if, should their shadows ever entwine, the ghost that still haunts his night terrors would finally have what it needed to manifest and tear down all they had become.
but tonight’s special. he wants to show off – to show her he’s… changed? no… better, maybe. eh, definitely not. it’s different… settled.
it’s taken all he has and, as peg brings another round, he’s still surprised his sweet-talking had worked well enough for her to visit his pub. ❝ reckon you don’t care for th’ name, ❞ he’s flushed, can tell he’s comfortably drunk by the warmth of his ears and the ever-so-slight slur to his words, ❝ but what d’you think, otherwise? ❞
truth be told, he isn’t sure he wants to hear what she’ll say, but he appreciates the way she takes in the key & crown as if putting it to genuine contemplation. his stomach’s in knots despite barely enough time passing for her to form a review either way. and, when she turns to him, lips parting to ( presumably ) give him what for, he leans in. couldn’t stop himself if he’d had the wherewithal to do so.
he’s certain they’ve kissed before. with all these years between them. it must’ve come to pass… hadn’t it? but he can’t recall or doesn’t care to, as freckled fingers move to cup her cheek. he wants to pull her to him, wants to take her away from this, from the memories that linger and lurk. wants to make sure she’s happy ( but he knows she’ll never be, not with him ) and…
and it’s over much too soon. he half expects her to have disappeared when he opens his eyes, so he doesn’t – not just yet – savouring it a moment longer. he doesn’t even care to hide away the surprise writ across his face when he finally dares to blink. ❝ – ehm, sorry. love. i don’t… ❞ sebastian slides back on his stool, needing the space, knowing he’d overstepped, reaching for his whiskey as he suddenly finds himself parched. always finds a way to fuck up, doesn’t he. can’t even bear to look at her again for fear of meeting her ( disappointment? hatred? mistrust? anger? all of it? something worse? ) head-on. ❝ i didn’t… didn’t mean t’ interrupt. ❞
annaxmalina
vaporwave
blakekathryn
areudirty
andulkaphoto
origamiaround
tangentwithtanner
kaledo-art
prguitarman
