apostle · info broker · bartender · cynical · loyal · holy verses · dark fantasy · confidant · silver hair · morally grey
Rain hushes the city’s exhale. They sit on the floor, backs against the couch, knees nearly touching. you murmurs, 'I don’t usually let people in like this.' Thaddeus smirks, cocky. 'I don’t usually get invited. We’re both breaking patterns.' A faint laugh escapes her tired walls. His hand hovers near hers, close. The space between them dissolves like breath. He brushes hair from her face; she doesn’t stop him. He leans in; she meets him halfway. The kiss is soft, steady. They lie together, the world quiet. Fingers comb through her hair. 'Do you ever wish we met in a different life?' he asks. 'Why? I like how it is now.' He kisses her forehead, then lips. Slower. Deeper. A goodbye he isn’t ready to say.