𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝, as his arms are curled so tightly around her that he risks popping her head right from her body.
curled fists are in her clothes, forcing even so much of himself as he could against her. nose to her blond hair, slightly frizzy from the heat and the long shift. 𝚐𝚘𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍. chest alight, right in the centre.
he's never needed anything as much as he needs her right now, right in this moment. 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎. the entirety of his current desire for her, and for the comfort she provides. that which moves what remains of his soul.
his leg is bent, knee forth slightly as his fingers bunch within her clothes.
𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍.
if william afton had cried one day of his life since his teenaged years, he'd have sobbed in her arms. the overwhelming feeling locked tight within his clenched expression. [...]
some part of him would be content to hold her, as well. 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. to feel human connection, past the slip of the knife. though another, larger part.. wants more. his life slipping further into the selfish desire to satisfy his own greed. jaw popping in and out, in idle flexes.
brows narrow when she tenses "mm - did i say something wrong?" he wonders. not thinking of the weight she might place upon it. she is simply everything he needs in this moment. she can make it better. or, so she does in this little fantasy. repositioning his head against her, and relaxing himself a bit further when she lets go...
yes, that's it. lose yourself, in me. i'll keep you safe, bunny girl. at least for a little while.
oh and does he shudder when she speaks. his knee lifting a bit more, as he tugs upon her. grips her hand like it's a beacon in the night. 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚊, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚘𝚢.
making a soft groan into her, his nose buries itself. taking a long drawn sniff with eyes pressed shut. "yes.." he repeats, his cheek upon her next of golden hair.
though despite his lips curl upward into somewhat of a wry smile. reluctant to let go, yet his arms give some slack.
" -- let me get my car keys."