#skimes

[nascentesxmorimur]

Strength inside my veins As I try to break these chains Only honor will remain We will be unstoppable  

[deathmaarch]

 -- @nascentesxmorimur

    Babe. Motions were quiet, almost fluid as he mindlessly wandered. Listless legs carrying him anywhere but there; unsure of exactly where he would end up, but trusting that it would be where he needed to go. For a good half an hour or so all that could be heard were minuscule sound effects; the flick of his lighter in preparation of the next intake, soft inhales through the nose while the world seemed peaceful for a dim minute, even a crisp trill now and then as the ring Sky had given him was spun back and forth - an unconscious habit he hadn’t even realized he’d picked up while consistently overthinking. 

 Still he remained walking, floating aimlessly through the small community they’d sustained. Eventually he found himself stepping foot through the front door of his uncles neighboring home, of Sky’s home, and only when he felt the soft thud of key against his chest had he realized where his mind (his heart?) were taking him. A casual greeting here and there were exchanged, restless steps fading to calmer, hopeful anticipation. Anticipation that she would be there, and not on her way out the door. Hopeful that he would get to spend some of this night just enjoying her presence without timed limitation. 

  Then she was there, much to his relief. Nestled in bed engrossed in one of the novels they’d picked up on their last run, loosely draped in a t-shirt much too big for her frame. He’d waited a moment for her to notice his lingering, crossing the room in short strides until he reached his ultimate destination (until he reached home). Sliding atop the covers to join her where she lay; arms wrapping snugly around her waist, one leg draped between knees and his head finding solace atop her chest. He wouldn’t interrupt her reading, he just wanted to be here right now - if she was alright with that.