The Kiss Nearly Distracts Her From Her Question; The Actual Words He Spoke Break Her Out Of Her Brief

the kiss nearly distracts her from her question; the actual words he spoke break her out of her brief reverie.

no way.

her brows knit together in her deepening confusion, the question playing on her tongue answered before she could say it.

surely he was kidding?

"what? kill them?" she stares at him with wide eyes, unsure whether she heard him correctly or not.

she knows she did. and there was nothing in his eyes or expression that betrayed any possibility of this being a dark joke, or a mere fantasy.

“rafayel…”

completely in the dark about rafayel’s other motives, she continues, feeling somewhat panicked for her parents—it’s not as if rafayel’s all talk when it came to vengeance.

"i know you probably hate them now after hearing how i feel about them, mo ghra,” she says, reaching for his shoulders to squeeze them as if it would help wring those sinister thoughts out of his body.

“but as much as i want them out of the picture, i don't think murder is necessary. theyre just a couple of persistent assholes. once my birthday passes, they're back to being nothing to me. it happens every year."

❦ 𝐵𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝐵𝑎𝑠ℎ

a closed starter | @vibinsane

the marker of yet another year of existence passing; dolasach's birthday draws near. it looms around the corner, the date a week from now.

she doesn't think it to be a celebration.

each day closer to the day brings forth old memories, unearths feelings buried beneath six feet of repeated retrospection. how annoying, she thinks, to be so bogged down by something so... asinine.

she quietly takes a deep breath and smooths out the crease between her brows.

relax.

this isn't the sort of headspace she should be in if she's going to be hanging around mo art studio. the last thing she wanted was for her boyfriend to catch her in her melancholy.

(even though by now, deep down, she knows he's noticed the shift in her demeanor for the last few days)

it's sunny today. the sun blesses them with its warmth and the clouds are gorgeous. the surrounding sea meets and parts with the shore of whitesand bay over and over, the resulting waves providing calming white noise that filled the silence.

it would've been nice if her mind mirrored the mood outside.

her eyes drift towards rafayel. his back is turned to her, something that can't be helped as he works on yet another painting too large to be mounted on an easel. it works to dolasach's favor; if he wants to look at her, he'll have to turn around.

she'll see it if he does.

and it'll give her the chance to put on a happier face.

she thinks it's a simple plan, but as she falls back into her thoughts while watching rafayel paint, her troubles make themselves known on her features.

⋆ 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 ⋆

Poor guy--his stammering does nothing to stop her from erupting in a fit of giggles, and the brief distraction proves enough for her to miss her shot and the puck to land straight into the goal.

"Gotcha good, huh? Thought I wouldn't pick up on how defensive you were being? I see how much you don't want to tell me how much you think of Xavier on the day to day," she further prodded, grinning a rather evil looking grin. "But aaaaalright, I'll give it a rest."

She wastes no time in sending the puck in his direction again, this time giving it a strong hit the ricochets off the sides a few times on its way to him. A two point lead felt much too big for her liking, and if she wasn't going to win, she at least wanted to keep him on his toes.

(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo

Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.

Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.

Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?

It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.

She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.

->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>

It's hard for her to say just how deeply that sweet confession strikes her; sends her heart fluttering, lighteness in her chest that leaves her in airy, fond laughter. She squeezes his hand. Her smile grows more radiant under his gaze.

In his hold, her free hand comes up to his chest and she traces little hearts onto the fabric of his shirt as she listens and speaks.

"I still think I'm luckier," she whispers. It's sincere—for what a wonder it was that after years of chasing distant dreams, she somehow found herself in the arms of someone real?

His traveling touch sends a tingle down her spine and makes her bite her lip. She holds onto his shoulders and closes the gap between then even more, her eyes glancing down at his lips before meeting his gaze.

"Then, my sorrel... I think we can both give each other what we want." She leans in close and presses a tender kiss to his lips before pulling away just enough that her lips brush against his as she speaks.

"I missed you too."

Dressing Up {Closed with @dolasach}

(Continued)

"Working on a new project. I need to have some data in place to go off of." He explains as his hands fall slowly to her hips, not missing the opportunity to let them fall a little farther than needed, but he does indeed actually need her measurements, and notes the correct numeral and has to step away to write it down, and returns to her.

His hands slide across her upper back, there's strength there that he's glad for. Nimble fingers graze against her upper bicep on one arm while he takes note of its shape and takes that number too.

"You're strong, Miss." He lets his lips fall to her ear. "You're beautiful."

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