☺ my muse trying to piss yours off
It’s that time of night when thoughts run wild, uninhibited. She’s sprawled out onto the couch, pillow tucked neatly under her chin as absent eyes pin to the blur of colors onscreen. Lucien’s beside her, fiddling with his hands and occasionally offering a jab to her side to regain her attention. It’s a relatively calm night, the latter’s voice interspersed with the low murmur of the television and the steady drip, drip, drip of the sink.
Tonight, she finds herself a bit breathless with a strange pang of sadness. An absence in her heart, a vacancy she doesn’t quite recall until now. It hasn’t been the first time– she’d felt it a few weeks ago too, chest tightening at an unwelcome thought, and image. But she’d always pushed it away, hand’t she? And she’d push it away now. No reason to crawl back to a memory lost.
“…You’re thinking about someone, aren’t you?” The tail end of a sentence catches onto a thread of her thoughts and she offers a quiet shrug in turn. But he doesn’t stop– elbows her once more, insistent. “A special someone? Your boyfriend? A lover? C’mon, just tell me– Is it someone I know?–”
“Quit it, will you?” It comes out harsher than intended, but she’s already struggling to push the feeling away enough as it is. Silence responds, and she knows she’s offended him anyways– but she’s stubborn, so she doesn’t apologize, and neither does he. A moment. Then her head comes to a rest against his leg. Forgiven.
