#* opp [ . . . ] elijah easton .

[honeybuckin]

all phoenix was covered in were wounds . ones that failed to heal due to how deep they were . they were infused with her soul and his words opened up a few of them . insignificance being the general root . “ no , ” an honest answer , “ but that doesn’t change what i said . i believe you think that now . . . i’m just think whatever you’re feeling is fleeting . that you like the idea of me , but the reality ? ” she shrugs .

winces at her words , wounded by how easy it was for her to insinuate something like that . the truth was clear , wasn’t it ? hadn’t he made it clear enough for her ? “ don’t do that . . . ” his head shakes , biting the inside of his cheek to buy himself a brief pause . “ don’t tell me that i’m lying when i know exactly how i feel . you really think i'd lie to you about this ? "

[honeybuckin]

the quickly made her uncomfortable . eyes reverting to her hands . playing with her them while she let him speak . “ you're just saying that , ” she shares quietly , shaking her head . “ you don't really mean it . ”

" i feel good about who i am when i'm with you . i think that you make me better . "