@apollorise || non sexual acts of affection || accepting!
[ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] My muse brushes a strand of hair behind your muse’s ear
Getting used to this?
Princess doubts it’s ever gonna happen. Cause the second his hand draws near her cheek, she ends up with a soft but damn near ear to ear sort of smile. Eyelids flutter when a strand of black mixed with purple is tucked behind her ear. The way his fingertips trace the shell of it makes goosebumps run along her neck.
Out here, in the woods. In the middle of nowhere. They could easily be anywhere on the planet. Time stops for her and she’s holding her breath until the touch is gone and she’s reaching out for his wrist. Her fingers curl around it then shift. Sliding up his palm until they can tether together with his. Black eyebrows pinch together. Her head cocks to the side and she gives him a comical once over with questioning eyes that have a spark in them bright as the stars above their heads.
She prefers cities. Places where there are ample supplies and the danger of the dead might be high. But there are plenty of places to make safe. Be above them. Above anyone that might come ‘round to make trouble. Took her a while to get used to the outdoors again. But with him? It feels easier to be out here. More vulnerable in more ways than just the physical. He draws parts of her close to the surface that she thought were best left in the dust a long time ago. Might’ve even half-assed convinced herself she managed to snuff out.
Smile still in tact, dark eyes settle on blue and she squints up, up, up at him questioningly. “You know? You shouldn’t be allowed to do that with one flick of a finger or two. It’s not fair to anybody. I..I’m calling shenanigans.” And then a chuckle. Light as air in the still of the dark around them.