he’s been watching her for a while, removed from the rest of the people so he could drown his sorrows in bourbon. despite not having a name to what they were, despite not even being sure they were something other than equal parts of self-destructive behavior and displaced possessiveness, it still irked theo to no end to see anyone but him with their hands on rita. for once, however, he didn’t want to pick a fight; maybe he was tired, maybe he’d drank too much, but all he wanted was her. preferably not angry at him. downing whatever was left in his glass, theo wiped his mouth with his hand, abandoning his glass at some table as he crossed over to her in a large stride. rather than announcing himself, he simply placed a hand on the small of her back, standing tall and proud next to rita as if everyone else was to know not to approach. "you look beautiful tonight.” he didn’t know what to say, but the silence felt oppressive to him, and so theo settled for the first thing to cross his mind, hand sliding to rest on her hip as his fingers offered a slightly tighter grip. he was making a point, after all. // @6ftundcr
