✔️ ( bethany & deeeeeeerward )
Send ✔️ for my muse to make a list on what they want to do with yours in the future
“Giunti Odeon. I don’t even know if you like cinema… or books… but I guess going there would be one way to find out, huh?” He grinned, a wholesome goad, shook his head as he continued penciling the list.
“I like sharing stuff with you… Clothes, shelter... my time... I dunno… Wanna continue that process…”
He sighed dreamily, thinking about traveling the world—Europe, especially—visiting various vistas or loitering in ambient-lit interiors to learn more about her likes and dislikes. Even what she liked and disliked about him... if having him know it made her more at peace.
“I wanna go swimming with you…” He knew it sounded random, so he shrugged to shirk any potential awkward feelings from Bethany’s perspective. Maybe they could check into one of those salt pods that were trending in the bougie areas. Or maybe she didn’t know him well enough to be weightless with him yet. Maybe they could just sit in the tub and kick back. He wasn't thinking of conditions on it; dressed, undressed, anything like that.
“I’m really big on the idea of de-stressing with you… So, like, anything that’s conducive to calmness, or personal enrichment, that we can experience side by side…”
He glanced from his notes—BLANK—he’d been speaking everything he listed—to her face and smiled, yawned. He couldn’t stop smiling. Or yawning. It was a deeply relaxed yawn, not one out of exhaustion or boredom.













