Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
”I’ll hold you to it,” she says with a wicked little grin, before letting the topic drift on because she has different plans for his hide in mind right now. Though those plans did still involve his ass.
Weaver chuckles, nudging him back. ”I think I know exactly what I’m wishing, and who I’m wishing it from.” Because she doubts he will take it too far, that he will ever be overboard with helping her. She also expects that on occasion, he might be the type to cater to her ridiculous whims and fancies. Hadn’t he made her scones, after all?
She hums thoughtfully for a moment. ”I suspect there is more to discover,” because though they know much about one another, there was much left to learn. ”But if you are fishing for compliments, I like that you don’t give up. I like that you are capable of doing what it takes, but that it hasn’t turned your heart to ice.” It was the sort of thing she could understand, in some ways, after all.
Weaver chuckles. ”Well I am inyour room, on your bed, so it seems a safe assumption. Except in my house you might run into Korbin.” The threat is playful, though definitely somewhat real too. She’d warn her brother, but right now, she has different things on her mind. He follows her to the bed, capturing her lips in a kiss and she responds, hands slipping around his neck and into his hair, leaning into him.
Weaver chuckles, nudging him back. ”I think I know exactly what I’m wishing, and who I’m wishing it from.” Because she doubts he will take it too far, that he will ever be overboard with helping her. She also expects that on occasion, he might be the type to cater to her ridiculous whims and fancies. Hadn’t he made her scones, after all?
She hums thoughtfully for a moment. ”I suspect there is more to discover,” because though they know much about one another, there was much left to learn. ”But if you are fishing for compliments, I like that you don’t give up. I like that you are capable of doing what it takes, but that it hasn’t turned your heart to ice.” It was the sort of thing she could understand, in some ways, after all.
Weaver chuckles. ”Well I am inyour room, on your bed, so it seems a safe assumption. Except in my house you might run into Korbin.” The threat is playful, though definitely somewhat real too. She’d warn her brother, but right now, she has different things on her mind. He follows her to the bed, capturing her lips in a kiss and she responds, hands slipping around his neck and into his hair, leaning into him.
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
