(small victories. his heart is well-guarded, a fence that can't be torn down so easily, so fast, but this is nice. he can appreciate their dynamic, as kate's own walls come crumbling brick by brick. she puts up an act so deep that he is sure she doesn't see how lovely she can be, under her tough exterior... a pity, really.
his own pinky hooks with her own, and he follows without complaint until the breeze of the nightsky floods his lungs at the roof, elbows at the security half-wall so he can take a long look down. maybe she can tell how little he cares about his own mortality, climbing on it to sit, perched, as he takes a cigarette to his lips, fingers caressing the lighter before he burns the tip.
she might notice how his hand remains on the sphere.)
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Date: 2022-07-21 12:35 am (UTC)his own pinky hooks with her own, and he follows without complaint until the breeze of the nightsky floods his lungs at the roof, elbows at the security half-wall so he can take a long look down. maybe she can tell how little he cares about his own mortality, climbing on it to sit, perched, as he takes a cigarette to his lips, fingers caressing the lighter before he burns the tip.
she might notice how his hand remains on the sphere.)
It's nice. Can you pass me my guitar?