( He places the fabric beside him, leaning down to start unclasping his boots at least. There’s a symphony consisting of bedsheets being peeled off on the other side, smooth as her skin, the dripping water, and then his heavy coat thudding on the ground.
All of it probably gets tied up in those godly threads, feeling as he also breathes in heavily before laying back on one of the pillows.
No. He doesn’t get inside the covers or sheets. They need them as a barrier.
He can smell her on the pillow and he doesn’t even have to face it. Instead, he’s begrudgingly staring up at the ceiling like breathing corpse. )
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( He places the fabric beside him, leaning down to start unclasping his boots at least. There’s a symphony consisting of bedsheets being peeled off on the other side, smooth as her skin, the dripping water, and then his heavy coat thudding on the ground.
All of it probably gets tied up in those godly threads, feeling as he also breathes in heavily before laying back on one of the pillows.
No. He doesn’t get inside the covers or sheets. They need them as a barrier.
He can smell her on the pillow and he doesn’t even have to face it. Instead, he’s begrudgingly staring up at the ceiling like breathing corpse. )
It’s almost as if you haven’t changed.