arts + feels
Riley was off. Frail, somehow, and she ought to use this moment of weakness to her advantage, not let it turn her knees to jelly. That was how their game worked, and she was playing it wrong.
Callie should hate Riley. There wasn’t a single good reason not to.
Unfortunately, everything deferred to the rarity of the moment. Callie was acutely aware of her own willingness to sacrifice just about anything to drive it forward, because it was - surprisingly - the most important thing in the world.
Riley moved forward without compromising the pose, their hands still clasped and their arms carefully rested on each other’s backs. She lowered her forehead to rest on Callie’s shoulder. She did it calmly, deliberately, like it wouldn’t tilt Callie’s world permanently off its axis.
“I’m tired,” Riley said.
Ahem. Excuse me while I indulge myself in a scene I’ve kinda spent five years of my life building up to. Never knew it either until I was writing it, and got to enjoy my own little italicized oh moment. 🤗
