dubbiel:

golden-fate:

dubbiel:

*had meant, stay with him until they take him away but decides to not correct himself, wishing that he really could stay here with her instead of being dragged away and glancing down at the bottles full of grace again, wondering if they’d actually help*

You should get some rest.  I have a bed you know.

What about you? Are you going to rest as well?

Probably not, but I can try.

*shifts slightly to get up, but reaches the conflict of the fact that getting up would mean having to let go of his hold on her and not wanting to*

*pulls away when she feels him move and gets up, offering him her hand*