𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 @conspiracycounselor ✦ for our muses to hold hands
𝙽𝙾 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝙸𝚃, fingers interlocking under the table in the mess hall. he doesn't say a word, doesn't acknowledge it. after all, isn't this what theo wanted? to keep whatever it is they're doing hush hush. simon doesn't know why and at this point, he doesn't care. he gets to hold his hand and that's the only thought running through his mind. thumb traces circles against the back of his hand, a knowing smirk forming on his lips.
❝ whatcha thinking about? ❞ he knows only theo can hear him, certain the ministrations performed on his hand will pull his attention. ❝ no one's listening, relax a little. ❞














