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@clairvoidace
⠀ ⠀ i ⠀ ⠀ hung ⠀ ⠀ back ⠀ ⠀ at ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ the ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ doorway, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀hesitant ⠀ ⠀ ⠀&. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀afraid.

who says i'm not doing that?

[ holding an unnecessary breath, brows drawn together. he's trying to sneak past her unnoticed. bat gripped tightly in a gloved hand. ]

i think it's called being perceptive.


i counted four spoons of sugar you dumped into your cup the other day. you have a problem.

... 😐 fine, i suppose i'm quite fond of it. but you certainly have a habit of using all our sugar in turn.

now that's an exaggeration.

tea is an essential, luce.

perhaps we need an additional rule to the biscuit one ...


think i did a rather good job then, actually. [ cheekiness returns to his features, shoulder knocking into hers playfully. ] now eat up. breakfast's the most important meal of the day, after all.

[ warmth fills the hollowness within him; a spark of something he'd long forgotten how to feel. shaking his head, gaze admiring the thinking cloth. ] nonsense, we're a team. you've done incredibly ever since you've stepped through that door.