Send 👌 for a drunk confession.
@spiral-chronicler said: ┖❝ˢᵖᶦʳᵃˡ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᵐᶦˢˢᶦᵒⁿ❞┚ ★★—.drunken confession meme: 👌
Lyra sat turned on her bar stool in the one dress she owned for when she wanted to go out, a silver number with blue undertones, that made the Angel woman look like a sheer moonbeam given form. Her glass of white wine sat solitary on the counter, nearly forgotten, as she listened to him tell her things that he probably wouldn’t tell her if he didn’t have some alcohol in him. Her skylight eyes were attentive, her pastel rose lips were curved into a delicate smile. She looked at him with all the soft adoration in the world. An onlooker would think that she was quite enamored with him, and she was.
He said things that confused her on occasion, and she knew he was leaving large portions of his past unsaid, but what he did share with her was thought-provoking, enriched the conversation, and contemplative. He accepted her for who she was, never complaining of her demeanor or pushing her to be different. She just loved talking to him and being with him. She had never enjoyed another’s company quite like this, in this same way, ever before. She hated that she knew she would lose him someday. His absence from her life was now something she feared to come to pass.
She may be but a passing minute of his life, but knowing herself well, she would think about him for a long time.
“When you go back to where you came from,
I’m going to miss you,” she said during a lull in the conversation as he took a drink.
“You have to go back to wherever that is, at some point,
I know that. You certainly don’t belong here. But... wherever
you go, I’ll be here thinking of you... and wondering if I cross
your mind.”
