lulu…

the break of lips left her searching for more, and so she nuzzled up his neck, placing kisses there too.

”i think i want…” she considered for a moment, before she breathed closer his ear, ”... you to call me by my real name.”

a pause, because she wasn’t too sure about that actually…

she sat back against the weight of his arms to look him  tentatively in the eyes. ”only like this, though.”

THEO BECKETT

☉

only out of genuine curiosity, his lips part to question, but no words escape, just warm breaths as he meets her gaze, holding it as he nods.

he'd do anything for her.

"okay."

the hand at her back moves to caress her cheek, brushing bangs to the side.

"thank you for being here, saoirse."

Lulu Flint

☉

she hadn’t heard it in some time. she’d even told her brothers to call her by her newest name. to hear, to request it, was a reach for some semblance of identity. what had she even wanted, in the beginning?

it had always been love. nineteen years had been too long to go without it. she had adapted, and when love came, it had been ripped from her. it seemed to come again, but she’d found it to be false, and utterly cruel.

and what of theo? she figured if her own brother would execute her under walsh’s orders, surely theo would only do the same.

but here, she indulged. bathed in dreams that once were, as she looked back at him.

he truly was beautiful.

”thank you…” i love you.

it didn’t make sense, but love had a tendency not to.

she raised from his hips, maneuvering, and finally becoming one with him.

THEO BECKETT

☉

would theo kill her under walsh's orders? under anyone's orders?

fuck no.

those days, for better or worse, are now behind him. what lies ahead is unfamiliar, potentially dangerous, but he won't be walking it alone.

not anymore.

i love you.

Lulu Flint

☉