#mannn man mna i cant get them out oF MY HeADDD!!!! I LVOE THEM

[timothylawrence]

timoxxi 🥺👉👈

anything for you my sun and stars <3 FRESH TIMOXXI COMING RIGHT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!

Timothy’s hands are trembling, not out of fear or adrenaline, but out of pure inexperience. His eyes are locked on the side of Moxxi’s face and for a moment, he’s convinced that he’ll never really understand what it means to be normal.

But Moxxi shoots him a smile through the mirror and then a wink, her fingers curled around the eyeliner pen she holds up.

“You weren’t awful,” She laughs, the noise nothing short of a chime, “You could use some practice, sure, but you’re better than you think.”

Timothy grimaces. “I got lipstick on your chin.”

She laughs again before her arm reaches out, grabbing the bottom of Timothy’s stool and pulling him closer to her and the dresser. He’s not sure when he’d moved away but the act is more than enough to make his stomach erupt with butterflies.

Moxxi had that effect on him. She made him feel a lot of things but that was one of the most prominent ones.

It was weird. A month ago he was fighting for his life in what felt like purgatory and now he was in heaven.

“I’ve been doing this for years, honey,” Moxxi starts, reaching for the blush.

“Do you still like running your bar?” Timothy asks, his leg bouncing.

Moxxi hums a note. “I do,” She answers after a beat, “It’s fulfilling. I’m surrounded by good people and I make even better money.”

Timothy nods his head, his palm landing on his chin as he rests his elbow on the dresser. “Makes sense.”

They fall into a temporary silence and Timothy’s heart does a funny flip the moment she meets his gaze, turning slightly to face him. Her fingers reach out for his face and Timothy’s still trying to stop flinching but he’s still struggling.

Moxxi doesn’t pause but their eyes do meet and she can easily read the clear flash of want in his gaze as her fingers gently rest over his cheek.

They’re warm but not unscarred, much like his own flesh fingers. The touch is more than anything he can ever really ask for.

She reaches up to the rim of his glasses and fixes them over his nose with a click of her teeth.

“I’ll need to tighten these for you,” She murmurs, mostly to herself, “Can’t have them slipping and falling into a drink now can we, sugar?”

Timothy’s ears burn but he grins. “I don’t know, it’d be funny.”

“Up until some drunk patron pulls a gun on you, right?” She asks, smirking as her hand falls to the side of his jaw, thumb tracing the edge of his scar.

He laughs. “Well, you’ll be right there, won’t you?”

Moxxi smiles. “Nowhere else I’d rather be than at my bar,” She replies but Timothy reads right through, his heart skipping a beat as she turns back to the mirror.

Timothy watches her with the same mesmerized look he’s always reserved for her and her alone, his hands no longer shaking in the warm air.