gia, gigi
she/her
26
november 12th
celadon city, kanto
bisexual
ex-thief
???
when the lights go out and i'm all alone again.
TAG WITH @giada
giada morgan
stop me [c]
POSTED ON Aug 11, 2020 18:19:09 GMT
[attr="class","giada"] [attr="class","giada b"] [attr="class","giada i"]her body stills at the contact, at the hand brushing against her cheek. it's nice, sweet even, and totally foreign. she doesn't know how to react, how to do anything besides stare at him. and maybe it's just because she's never experienced someone being gentle with her or simply just that she doesn't really do things like this. eventually, her cheek will lean into it slightly before pulling away like that's the only thing she can do. she says nothing, letting silence fill spaces around the mild noise from the tv. he's closer now, just as she is, and it's just as comforting as it is terrifying. she's going to leave. her body is screaming for such. when, though? when sleep calls for him or when she's wrapped up in a blanket and him like the last time? he distracts her from her thoughts, pulling her attention until it snaps back to him. and the words he speaks are genuine, gentle, and warm. and she, despite herself, smiles slightly at the thought. "if you say so," she murmurs in response. he won't be without a blanket for long, that much is obvious to her. and maybe the thought rises for a moment to tuck him in when she leaves but it leaves as suddenly as it comes. sleep wants to claim her, too, but she won't allow it. not yet, not now. it's dangerous to get comfortable with him, dangerous to allow a closeness like this.
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