Kyro Watches Her Intently As She Arranges The Flowers, A Soft Laugh Escaping When She Mentions Writing

kyro watches her intently as she arranges the flowers, a soft laugh escaping when she mentions writing a thank you note. it's one of the many things he finds so endearing about her— a small gesture that not many would think of, but that speaks volumes about her caring heart. when he thinks back on it now, there was never any chance of him not falling for her when he did. celeste james had a way of stealing hearts, and his had never stood a chance. even now, as just friends, there's a tug on his chest as he watches her move around the kitchen. some might say the warmth feels a lot like coming home. a thought he's no longer sure he's allowed to have. " did i miss you ? " tone teases, fingers coming up to tap against his chin, " let's see . . . " a moment passes, but his eyes give it all away long before his mouth does. " of course i did. i always do. " how could he not ? " i mean, who else will laugh at my jokes ? " kyro is quick to add, clears his throat to try and elevate some of the tension, but it's there. it's bright, thick. unwavering. his smile grows at her thanks, and he nods in response before quirking a brow. " you're thanking me for flowers when you've basically cooked me up a feast ? i think i should be thanking you. " he leans into her orbit just a little, such a natural pull. " but you know this means i have to return the favour, right ? it's only fair. "

"i'm glad you think so." beaming, eyes focused on the bouquet held in front of her. it's beautiful, bringing a warm feeling to her. if there was one thing celeste had always appreciated about kyro, it was his thoughtfulness. the way every day, even the ones that weren't important, came with a little bit extra. she's thankful for their relationship, glad that they'd been able to maintain it over the years. "i'm gonna have to write her a personal thank you note." she's reaching under her sink for a new vase as she muses over his next question, giving an audible hmmm. it's loaded, and she was sure he knew it, but the simple answer was, "yes." she came up with the vase, filling it with water and arranging the flowers inside. her eyes soften as she looks over at him, head tilted as she gives him a once over. just to make sure everything is where it's meant to be. "did you miss me ?" it had been a while since they'd had the same day free on their schedules, both dedicated to their careers. hers had always been more lenient than his, the editing she had meant to do tonight put off for tomorrow. "there is a right answer, by the way. oh ! and thank you," she gestures toward the vase, moving to turn off the stove. "for the flowers."

               he fucking hates being social, yet all too often he can be found at parties much like this one. usually on his own, one too many drinks in, five sheets to the wind. tonight is no different, though he's not quite at the point of no return just yet. eyes narrow when he hears the other speak, lips slightly pursed. there's a pause, another gulp of throat-burning liquid consumed before he shrugs. " 'm not sure whose conversation you're picking up exactly, but i sure as shit didn't say anything. " amusement soon curls lips, " that wasted you're imagining stuff now ? 'cause if so, i'll have some of what you're drinkin'. "

               the  red  solo  cup  is  within  her  grasp,  only  a  couple  sips  left  and  the  fuzziness  is  almost  beginning  to  take  hold.  standing  against  the  wall,  shes  barely  focused  on  the  conversation  at  hand  but  managed  to  butt  in  at  the  last  second  ...  simply  feeling  everyones  eyes  on  her.  “  hm  ?  oh  ..  i'm  not  hitting  much  of  anything  these  days.  ”  theres  a  silence  in  the  air,  clearly  not  listening  to  the  right  parts  of  the  conversation.  “  sorry,  i  heard  something  about  hitting  and  went  with  it  ...  i  haven't  been  listening.  ”     +     @palmviewstarters

SILVER LININGS PLAYBOOK (2012) dir. David O. Russell

" ow, ronnie ! " ace exclaims dramatically as the paintbrush hits his leg, far too lightly to warrant any reaction at all. " i mean, that's a guess. could be less, could be more. time feels distorted. " with a sigh, he follows suit and stands to his feet— they somehow no longer feel connected to his body, but the more he moves the more that changes. " surprise me, " he insists, hurrying now that his legs are no longer numb, " i'll eat anything as long as there are very little greens in there. " isn't longer before he disappears, only to reappear moments later with a relieved smile on his face. " what did you go for ? "

the confession from ace has a dry paintbrush flinging from ronnie's side of the room to his, counting on her aim to knock him in the leg. "a whole hour ?!" she's laughing despite her disapproval, standing to give her limbs a much needed stretch. "it's almost like you want a uti or something." her phone is pulled out, uber eats screen glowing like a beacon. "and a stomach bug apparently. but, not to worry, your saving grace is here. what are we ordering ?"

he has no business being there, sticks out like a sore thumb in the clothes he went to work in, motor grease still staining hands despite the fact he's scrubbed them what feels like a hundred times. camden isn't a big drinker, never has been. spent far too long witnessing the way it poisoned his father to ever indulge in it too much. but occasionally, after a long day, when he's not set to have his son, he likes to stop off for a beer on his way home. occupies the same stool every time, get's lost in his own thoughts. sometimes he doesn't even get to finish, phone ringing with another emergency, or yet another problem that needs to be fixed. there's a half-smile, forever a little rough around the edges, never quite meets his eyes fully. " if i'm at the point of having a usual, it might be time for me to avoid this place, " camden jokes with a slight dry chuckle, a nod of his head as he shrugs out of his jacket. " but i'll stick to it for now, save wild for another night. not sure palmview could handle it. "

the  soft  glow  of  the  bar’s  dim  lights  flickered  like  fireflies  on  a  warm  summer  night ,     casting  a  cozy  warmth  over  the  polished  wood  counter .     sadie  stood  behind  the  bar ,     her  hands  skillfully  mixin’  a  cocktail ,     the  rhythmic  clink  of  glass  harmonizin’  with  the  gentle  buzz  of  chatter .     she  glanced  up  and  spotted  a  familiar  face  sittin’  at  the  far  end     —     a  regular  who  always  seemed  to  carry  a  heavy  load  of  unsaid  thoughts .

“     well ,     hey  there ,     sugar !     ”    she  drawled,     a  bright  smile  spreadin’  across  her  face  as  she  sauntered  over .     “     you  wantin’  your  usual ,     or  we  feelin’  a  little  wild  tonight ?    ” ( @palmviewstarters )

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