Sometimes, it's alright to dream. Like when you're seeing the love of your life, the man you've been missing like air for the past months, for years, being absolutely fucking adorable with some bugs. His laughter is soft, like the fading light and the glow of the insects touching him, like his arms that she's dying to nestle into again.
Lup almost rushes forward, but stops herself just long enough to pluck a few wildflowers and tuck them into her hair. He's gonna like that, right? All these years and he can still make her feel a bit nervous, giddy with the thrill of showing off just for him. She steps out of the shadows of the forest into the meadow, dropping one hand to brush over the tall grass gracefully as she walks over and smiles at him.
pretty cry for a cry guy i'm already crying
Lup almost rushes forward, but stops herself just long enough to pluck a few wildflowers and tuck them into her hair. He's gonna like that, right? All these years and he can still make her feel a bit nervous, giddy with the thrill of showing off just for him. She steps out of the shadows of the forest into the meadow, dropping one hand to brush over the tall grass gracefully as she walks over and smiles at him.
"Hey, you."