drinking starters (accepting) // @orphicdawn
❝I want to go to sleep but I can’t find any sheep.❞ #sharon
he almost misses this whole remark, and what a shame that would have been; so entertained he is, so captivated, with running the fingers of his right hand through her locks of gold. it was probably the first thing he noticed when they first met --- the color of Sharon’s hair. like a little bit of the sun nestled in, and lent it its shine. is this a sappy thing to think / say? nowadays, ROMANCE seems to have fallen into a ditch and gotten lost along the way... but maybe he should really let her know, one of these days. or maybe even right now, but... it would be nicer for her to remember it in the morning, and this sort of girls-only night out hardly provides the appropriate context. and there’s no rush, anyway. it’s not like the sentiment will fade any time soon.
for the time being, yes, the lazy snuggles and hair petting are more than good enough; there is absolutely no rush. all that matters is the warmth of her body entangled with his own and the fluffy covers surrounding them, her cheek rested on his chest and the arms half-clumsily laced around him. until there’s soft shuffling again, a bit like she’s trying to find a more comfortable position... only, instead, she’s now staring back at him with a pouty expression that makes his heart melt. and all of these because of SHEEP, can you believe it.
‘ what if i count ‘em for you? will that help? ‘