@wtrss [ 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔 ❛ 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴𝙳 . ❜ ]
𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 , 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 that can be seen in the length of his arm , the digits sprout from his palm as they splay out to reach for her touch yet again . a physical strain just to get her back as she moseys on -- gone too quick and in a hurry . he comes with no choice but to follow . a small , reluctant push from the counter , and he’s trailing along her path , much like a loyal canine , shameless in where its home lies . murmurs something stupid along the way to their confines , like , ❝ 𝚒’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 , ❞ when two dark , stormy clouds beneath his eyes have already surfaced , have already spoken otherwise . but he protests only for the sake of time and how much he’d like for them to spare it . to prevent his head from hitting the pillow already , for he’d be lulling away by the time her bosom would become a better cushion , enabling devolution of coherent words into soft , enfeebled coos . devolution of noiseless dreams , the sound of him breathing , nothing else . the predicability of simply routine .
