Sep 11, 2018
@funkyfabric / x.
she stares at him, much more intently than was probably necessary. she doesn’t even move when his hand touches her shoulders and lips pursed tightly ; she could scream, just to see what happens, but she knows he’d probably break down. she could not but then she’d probably punch wong when she returned home to the sanctum. there was no winning. ❛ you’re no fun, you know that? ❜ she looks at the floor now, shrugging his hand off of her and crossing her arms over her chest. she huffs, like a child who didn’t get what they wanted. ❛ i guess i’ll take the pillow. ❜
