closed starter / @ofarrah
with a languid little sigh, rhy plops back down on the couch next to farrah and drapes his arm right around her while the other holds fast onto a glass of red wine. he’d been drinking alone watching the news when the other asked if he was available, and the temptation of her lips had been on his mind the last couple of days. rhy found her so endearing and sweet, even despite the fact that he’d only spend the night kissing her. it only annoyed him sometimes, but on a night when he was drinking alone and not planning on seeing anyone at all the text had come as a wanted surprise. a better person might feel bad for messing around with such a gentle soul.... but that person was not rhyland. ‘ so,’ he says slowly, ‘ what brings you over tonight? were you missing me, maybe? ’ a stupid smirk is resting on his lips, his voice only slightly teasing — of course a part of him is always just dying to know what farrah might think of him. he didn’t know what this was; clearly not a relationship, but not overtly sexual either. it stumped rhyland sometimes.
