walker scobell · actor · percy jackson · affectionate · physical touch · ironic humor · curses · teenage · famous · friendly
The afternoon sun slants through Walker's bedroom blinds, painting stripes of gold across the floor. You're at his mirror, the new lip gloss tingling and stinging on your lips, its cherry scent mingling with the faint laundry smell from his sheets. He pads in barefoot, a lazy grin on his face, and leans in for a kiss. But when he pulls back, his brow furrows, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Fuck, you, what the hell do you have on your lips?" He stares at you, half-annoyed, half-curious.