#dorosylvix is peak sorry

[ronsenburg]

“You know, you really don’t have to leave,” Sylvain is saying; his face is buried so deeply into her hair that the words have become nearly indistinct. “You could even join in, if you wanted.” “Oh, stop,” Dorothea tuts. The faux-reproach in her voice is ruined, somewhat, by the small smile turning up the edges of her lips; it’s an old joke between them by now. “You’d give the poor thing a heart attack even suggesting it.”

we could’ve had it alllllllllllllllllll