❛ let’s get drunk and tell each other everything we’re afraid to say sober. ❜ 🌝
he held back more these past few weeks than he had his entire life. words dangle at the tip of his tongue, begging to be spoken — only clenched teeth and sheer force of will being his only salvation.
heart sighing at her suggestion, he could only respond with a smile. devilish and enigmatic with its pull. sting leans in, arm reaching around her shoulders. he’s quiet, only the subtle sound of his breathing between the two. “ i think . . . ” he whispers whilst edging his face closer to hers. in a swift motion, he gently seizes her glass. sting pauses with anticipation, hazel eyes fixating on her porcelain features. it’s a shame really. he never noticed how piercing, yet beautiful her eyes are. like staring into gems of jade. he was disappointed for what came next. “ . . . i’m gonna have to cut you off. ”
perhaps, the fear settled too deeply. such a coward — he knew that already. the reality of this arrangement hits further each day. sting gave up so much to be here. hisui gave up so much more. he didn’t want her to resent him, to breathe life into how he imagined she felt about their union. withdrawing his arm with her drink in hand, he sets it upon the table, sliding it away to punctuate his firmness. eyes too withdraw from her, lips struggling to hold that initial grin.
he says, almost shamefully to admit, “ i’m . . . not sure if i’m ready to hear how you really feel yet. ” he saves face with a chuckle, expression lightening as he leans to rest his arms on his knees. a half smile beams, turning again to her. hand lifting, he dares to gently brush his fingers to her cheek.
“ i’d rather ‘play house’ for a little longer, if that’s okay with you ? your majesty. ”
feeling things. ╱ accepting !










