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send a symbol for… ✿ accepting
▲ five time my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they did
one life
just because she isn’t afraid of dying doesn’t mean she isn’t immensely relieved when the reaper elects to let her exist a little while longer. she almost kisses him in gratitude. it’s only an old story her mother once told her that stops her.
two drunk
she’s a little drunk. okay, she’s a lot drunk. and she can’t remember whether she called him on purpose, or whether it was a harmless butt dial, but he’s here with an offer to walk her home. which is just as well, considering the fact she can barely stand on her own. angharad’s a flirty drunk. she flirts mercilessly with him the entire way home, and she’s determined to kiss someone before she goes to bed. but not him. not yet, anyway. she thanks him for keeping her safe by pinching his cheeks and telling him he’s cute.
three moving
the air is always so still when he’s around that sometimes she has to move just to remind herself that she’s alive, that the world’s still turning. she shifts in her seat, turning to face him better, and she can’t help noticing just how kissable his lips look…
four a date
she hadn’t expected to ever see him again, let alone be asked on a date by him. how many girls can say they’ve caught death’s eye? and for all it matters, she has a wonderful evening. he is handsome, charming, and he never fails to capture her attention. the expectation is there in the back of her mind, that sweet goodnight kiss that most men think is deserved. she wants to, but something makes her hesitate just long enough to seem like she doesn’t. they settle for a hug, and she spends the rest of the night kicking herself for it.
five stories
she trusts him enough now to tell him about the story her mother told her. about a girl who fell in love with death, and drew her last breath when she finally dared to kiss him. she knows it’s a load of nonsense, but the child in her is still afraid to let herself fall in love with him. lately, though, it’s getting harder anf harder not to test whether there’s any truth to that story…
one sunset
it’s like something out of a movie. fingers intertwined, surrounded by nothing but each other and the rosy glow of the setting sun. she’d dragged him to the beach to watch the sun sink into the waves, but all she’s ended up watching is him, the sea breeze gently whipping her cheeks until they match the hue of the horizon. she’s not sure what they are, but she doesn’t care, as long as his hand is in hers. toes buried in the sand, she lets their lips finally meet, and for as long as they touch, she forgets all about the sunset.
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