#damion;

[claudiakillgrave]

@mrkillgrave​

she’s shuffling around the last of the food on her plate, half staving off getting up and having to help with the dishes and half because she knows that she hasn’t said everything she wants to. hesitation palpable in her actions, and still she can’t quite spit the question out, more than happy to let wynn take over the conversation until she got up to clear off her own plate. peas roll around, unable to be caught by the fork. “we um, did you—” wynn turns the faucet on, she finally spears a forgotten vegetable. “do we have a curfew?”