Gods, I just wanna sit in another woman’s lap and feel their arms wrap around my body. I lean back, head resting on their shoulder as we enjoy the beginnings of summer together. Lemonade sits forgotten on the table in front of us because we’re so wrapped in being here with each other that nothing else could ever direct our attention away.
Just wanna hold someone close and have them be as enamored with me as I am with them, kissing her hands, creating little flower crowns, stargazing, and just giggling as we go a little sun crazy. Just want the soft domesticity of it all.
Still not over the fact that shadowgast happened, and how it happened. Liam was probably going into the campaign 2 like who can be sadder than my Sad Dirt Wisard. Who can possibly have more Regret ™. His past is the most fucked up ever. His crimes are Unprecedented.
