@biiigtime , bc i had to.
there's always featherlight touch with her. despite knowing all too well how strong, sturdy the irish woman is, his fingers meet her flesh like she's made of glass, comprised of the finest china. slow, silent blinking as the back of knuckles find skin of face. for a while, he hadn't said anything, hadn't needed to ... not yet, not when he's perfectly content just admiring her.
rain pelts furiously against window above them as they occupy the couch. so much for going to the gym today. finn supposed that would be fine, more than so even if it meant spending more quality time with becky. finally, he finds it in him to speak. " ya up f'r a day in, love? i can order us some takeaway ... put on some pearl jam, have some time ... just you and me? "
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@fromalegacy , for finn because i need.
the streets of home are a welcomed reprieve from the strenuous schedule of indie circuit on the road through europe. it’s made even better by the company she keeps. hands interwoven as they walk by the brazen head; a pub they’d find themselves at often. “ ya hungry, boyo? “ she questions, gesturing to the establishment with her thumb. head cranes to the side, fiery locks falling and blown about by light breeze.
“ let me feed ya, aye? “ truth be told, she just didn’t want to go home yet; wanted more time with the young man who was shaping her to be the wrestler she’d be, the world renown man herself. it was starting to occur to her that she loved him in ways you’re not supposed to love your friends, and the more she starts to realize that, the more she wants to have him at her side. she’s aware now, that quite possibly, he was her first love.
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