williamah.
to see a genuine smile on will was a rare and fragile sight. but even when smiling will had a way of being somehow completely unreadable. nonetheless, he emits something effervescent, a glowing ball of subtle light even in moments of seeming completely unable to interpret. “ i think i’ve grown tired of people comparing people to things in the sky and things in the ground. ” will chimes in with a breathy laugh, his hands gesturing vaguely before he continues. “ you know what i mean, right ? so many writing pieces and poems i read lately have something to do with that. people compare their lovers to stars, planets, the sun, the moon, and clouds. or it’s flowers, trees, leaves, and grass. i see it all the time. it makes me wonder whatever happened in the middle to make people focus on just way up or way down. am i making any sense ? ” the boy laughs again, hues of honey brown squinting, his expression remaining content but wandering. “ i sound bloody mental, don’t i ? ”
“i think... to some extent i agree with that.” kinley begins, choosing her words carefully, mostly because this guy seems like the type of person to be under the impression his special snowflake thought processes are better than everyone else’s already. not that she’d say that -- unless she was asked. she could do with being asked. it’s just the conversation topic itself is a bit pretentious. “it’s overdone in a way, but other peoples’ creative expression isn’t for us to dictate. if it ain’t broken, don’t fix it kinda deal. unless one of your lovers is calling you a daisy or some shite?” she raises her eyebrows at him, not really in challenge, but in vague amusement. “i think you’re thinking too hard too, for the record. just let it be. in the middle? what does that even mean?”










