leoalcrights:
“You stole my look,” Leo whined, stuffing her hands into her pockets before smirking at Romeo and facing opposite him, leaning her shoulder against ornate ancient wallpaper. Casual demeanor aside, her heart thudded against her ribcage as she looked at him, and for more than a single reason. Of course, the usual butterflies were floating around in her stomach – that was common practice at this point – but there was something else, something anxiety-inducing as she noticed him in a way she wasn’t sure she had before. For one thing, he was sober. And somehow, in the past few days, there was a dusty white line haphazardly crossed, snowflake-like particles drifting every which way. Things were hardly ever clear for the two of them, this wasn’t new, but they were awkwardly stumbling through the after-effects of words half-spoken, one toe dipped in the swimming pool. She took a step back, never sure if she was standing too close before clearing her throat and shifting her weight. “How are you feeling? About being here, I mean. Honestly… or not honestly. Your call, really.” @romeosokolav
“I was like two seconds away from making the same joke.” Romeo attempted to feign irritation—a downturn of his lips, scrunch of his nose—but gave up biting back a smile when he reached out to tug on the collar of Leo’s jacket. “How am I feeling?” Leaning hard on the last word, he scratched at his chin while letting his eyes flit between her features, wandering from her collarbones upward like he’d just been roused from REM sleep and was still coming to terms with the confines of his bedroom. “Better, I think. But I’m distracted now, so take that with a grain of salt. I’m just living vicariously through you. Do something stupid for me, please.”














