( @theolangley )
"Y'might as well grab the shovel and get t'burying me, love." Val mumbles overdramatically as they lie on the floor in their beautiful flat. The author is, as usual, in one of their silky robes and some joggers, barefooted and dark hair tousled about them. Floor time has always been their favorite - especially for languishing and complaining with a joint in one hand and a bottle of wine somewhere nearby. "I'm afraid I've overworked myself into an early grave... what's that? I can't... hear you... come closer...." Val whispers, a hand held out as if searching for the other. Ever the actor. "The only thing that will bring me back... is... a fresh joint.. or a kiss from a hot coworker...." They tease.












