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SOARING HEART ! presence of great love fills eternal gaps of something missing for just long enough to distract him, to offer the smallest of smiles cast to the flower on his shoulder. ‘ writing, audra, ‘ playful, though his general lack of sleep is evident in already slow speech. ( he hasn’t stammered in nearly five years, he doesn’t think about it much anymore, but the low speed has become habit. no more fists against posts. ) ‘ or, trying, rather. how can i work with an angel in the room ? ‘
( you’ve never loved another person more than you love her. )
smile grows, if even a possibility. a breathy giggle escapes through parted lips. you move those lips to the small crook where his collar bone meets his neck. a soft, feather light kiss is placed there before you move away. ❛ what a smooth talker you are, billy. ❜ how little do you know you’re words couldn’t be more wrong. ❛ how about instead of writing when you’re about to pass out, you come curl up with me on the couch. there’s only so much a girl can do while her love ignores her, you know. ❜ fingers dance along his shoulder and how towards his hand : oh, how much you yearned for his fingers against your skin.