Dec 17, 2015
I would hold you in my arms, and take the pain away.
‘ yeah… well, lanky… ’ and he’s pressing the rounding span of his palm against the other one’s chest, forcing him back with mild play. there is no attack within his actions, only dismissal for ANY SORT OF HURT that may have become transparent upon freckled features; ( laugh it off devin ━━━━ it’s what he does best ) so he does. it’s a delicate chime, somewhat shaky within the base of his throat, and more so as it peels from the raspberry colouring of lips and becomes a voluntary sound. ‘ i don’ need protectin’. ’
notatlas. ////
