kissie face
their head resting on her lap, her fingers running through soft locks of their fiery orange hair. it’s a picturesque scene, a rare lazy morning spent together atop one of the concrete balconies. they don’t have to say anything & neither does she. sometimes it is the silence that’s better cherished.
when she glances down, he’s making that ridiculous face. she’s half - tempted to playfully swat at it, ❝ you look ridiculous, ❞ she tells them with matter of fact. but seconds later, she leans down to oblige with a sweet, simple kiss.

















