@rebxrn continued from here
fictitioussouls asked: 3. to shower with my muse or 4. to take a hot bath with my muse (for Winter and Michael)
[ MEME | ACCEPTING | @poisonpicked ]
There is a sincere rarity in the moments in which Michael is soft with anyone. Even the times when he isn’t inflicting harm or pain with but a gaze, it’s difficult to see anything but sinister intent behind his actions.
It’d be hard to recognize the man now as a single finger trails down Winter’s shoulder, tracing the shape. Steam still floats up from the water surrounding them and the last living Langdon seems too content. Shorter blonde hair is wetted and slicked back from his face, head lolled to the side as his fingers memorize the curves of her body.
“Will you stay tonight?” The silence is broken with his soft words, the vulnerability in his tone not something that comes often. He’s almost embarrassed by himself and there’s a brief moment where he considers trying to take back the statement, to seem less desperate. His fingers stall on her arm, reflecting his own doubt.
“Do you want me to?” Winter’s voice comes back just as soft as his, unable to help herself from leaning back against him, though her eyes remained fixed forward. She was relaxed, more than she has been in a while, but she can feel the first tendrils of worry beginning to seep into her as the realization that she had been with Michael all day finally dawns on her — and now he wanted her to stay the night.
She almost doesn’t voice her concern, but she can feel the doubt, probably brought on by that rare vulnerability he just showed. Taking a deep breath, she gently puts her hand over his.
“I haven’t spoken to Kai today since I left and he hasn’t...texted or called me or anything to figure out where I am, so I don’t know-” She pauses briefly, then finally nods, as if finally deciding on some internal debate she was having with herself. Kai scared her, sure, terrified her even, but... she already wanted out and away from him and things like this were necessary steps she needed to take. “I want to stay. I’ll just need to text him and make something up so he doesn’t come looking for me.” She glances over her shoulder at him finally. “Okay?”