our love of life and tension

“Hey!” he said as she started to wipe it right back onto his arm. Crust bits of snot and alcohol. Delightful. Never mind that it had been his in the first place. But then he was distracted by her holding the eye contact he had started. Almost like a contest between them of who would blink or look away first.

That was the reason he held his eyes to hers. Really. What else could there be? The alcohol was already buzzing around his head. It really was good stuff. Strong. It was entirely, 100% the alcohol. Nothing more, nothing less. That was why he paused, and then leaned forward just a little more. Bringing his face closer to hers. His breathing was soft and shallow. Drinking her in. everything about her was familiar, and yet... Not. She had grown up. She was no longer the child she had been when she had sneaked into Armada land with him. She was all muscle and growth and scars that told a story of her life.

"Speech"