Setting Sail (meulin/kurloz) by drowningthedestiny, literature
Literature
Setting Sail (meulin/kurloz)
The air between them was stale. Silent conversations filled with thick awkwardness that nearly choked the both of them. It filled their lungs with a sort of heaviness, leaving them nearly breathless in each other's presence. The soft air moved through their quick hand gestures, ringing in her ears and stinging at his stitches. They tried pulling it off for the longest time, the others didn't buy it. They didn't even buy their own act. The others knew they weren't as comfortable as they were before. They themselves knew that also.
Meulin was sick of it. Simply sick of it. Sick of Kurloz acting so weird around him, sick of her own body tensing