i'd give up forever

Something about her nearly vibrates with excitement, wiggling where she sits beside him. Wiggling softly. Curling closer to the red boy. It's easier that way, and he was warm. He was so warm, and it was so lovely to not have to shiver until she dried out. Yes. The cinnamon creature was gentle with her, and she was gentle with him right back. Closer, ever closer, with the idea that he was going to be beside her. What an idea that was. What a lovely boy.


"I'll keep exploring. I don't really know anyone yet, and that was the thing about the gypsies," the starchild sighs for a moment, realizing she's being annoyingly vague. "They always seemed to know someone, no matter where we went." Gently the girl speaks, resting her cheek against the flat of his shoulder. He's close. She likes close.


"What are your plans?" A lightness, a softness. The scorn of the moon looks to his face, genuinely curious.