#leah.seven

[riftward]

[ shapes ] - to trace imaginary shapes on your muse’s skin (Seven to Leah <3)

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 where the afternoon sun peppered kisses against freckles and delicate ink. Leah squinted against the sunlight to make out the words on the pages of her book — a tattered thing borrowed from the library. Moments like this felt rare. Precious. The peaceful quiet of summer; grasshoppers rustling deep in their secret world within the foliage ... the nostalgic song of a mourning dove perched in a nearby tree ... and a boy far sweeter than he had any right to be lay beside her on the grass.

Her eyes slowly followed his fingers as he absentmindedly traced shapes against her arm, joining pigment constellations and following the shape of the recently healed tattoo she had treated herself to. His fingers warm and steady, leaving a path of goosebumps where he touched and sending the most pleasant of shivers up her spine.

❛ Tickles, ❜ a soft chuckle escaped through a slow, dreamy exhale. She turned to Seven then, taking in the details of his soft, green eyes and the slope of his pointed nose. ❛ I might fall asleep if you keep doing that, ❜ she grinned, eyes already half-lidded as her arm twisted under his hand, providing a new, untouched patch of skin for him to touch. The last thing she wanted was for him to stop.

[riftward]

@thecuratxr sent: " you can stay here, as long as you need. " (from Seven!)

𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐬, cautiously peering out into the pitch of night. Silence. Whatever she had seen — or perhaps imagined — out there had either gone, or lay in wait somewhere. Dread crawled up her legs and made its home in her gut; a most unwelcome of squatters. It felt unnatural for her to feel so ... spooked by a lurking unknown. She had, after all, grown up experiencing an array of bizarre sightings and unnerving sounds out in the marshes. This, though, this was different. At the very least, inside this house, she felt welcomed. Despite the concerning scars engraved into his left side, the man called Seven carried an air of sincerity that softened the edge that had her all squirrely. ❛ Thank you, honestly, ❜ Leah sighed after a lingering moment of keeping watch at the window, finally rid of the feeling of eyes boring into her skin. ❛ I don't want to put you out or anything, I can get going when it's light out. ❜ She gave the endless void of a window pane saw one last glance before she drew the curtains and turned to Seven, who certainly looked as though he had already come head-to-head with something monstrous out there. ❛ What do you think that even was, anyway? ❜