The chair was a luxury. The room was a luxury. Even having clothes was a luxury, and she knew it- had her hands clasped in her lap, satin skirt and flowing blouse, because she knew it. A ribbon pressed and shining on her back, eyes under fluttering eyelashes- she knew it was all a luxury.
The walls were white to compliment pink, and his blue-collared suit made her want to giggle. It was ironic, all of it- that universal defeat would be a personal win, that she could outstretch her arms and simply smile, and after two beats, two seconds, two thousand milliseconds, he took two steps forward.
Arms outreached and met with a solid back, because he was bending for her, the smell of blood and battle lifting her up, and though she spotted a drop of red on his shoulder, she didn’t mention it. It would have ruined things. Red didn’t go too well with pink, but the choice of fashion was also a luxury.
He took her from that chair, and she slung her arms around his neck, disregarded the stiffness of his spine and deep scowl on his face, and thought, yes, this is quite a luxury.
air gear -> ⌈o7.⌋ Luxury.
The walls were white to compliment pink, and his blue-collared suit made her want to giggle. It was ironic, all of it- that universal defeat would be a personal win, that she could outstretch her arms and simply smile, and after two beats, two seconds, two thousand milliseconds, he took two steps forward.
Arms outreached and met with a solid back, because he was bending for her, the smell of blood and battle lifting her up, and though she spotted a drop of red on his shoulder, she didn’t mention it. It would have ruined things. Red didn’t go too well with pink, but the choice of fashion was also a luxury.
He took her from that chair, and she slung her arms around his neck, disregarded the stiffness of his spine and deep scowl on his face, and thought, yes, this is quite a luxury.