@liarincommand gets a thing !
they’ve been sitting in amicable silence, marie’s legs strewn across billy’s lap as they each read their books. she can’t help but steal little glances up at him, eyes following the focused furrow of his brow, the slant of his nose. but his attention seems to start to drift, and after a while she’s fairly certain she hasn’t heard the crisp turn of a page in a while. bookmark slid between pages, marie hunches forward, lifting a hand to rest gently against billy’s arm. “hey,” she murmurs, finally lifting a hand to brush a stray lock of hair back from his face, “where’d you go?”











