heartlessambrose:

I just wanted to see you, if you’re not busy.

I’m never not busy for you my dear.

-She reaches out and a ghost of a touch graces his face and she’s still smiling, holding his hands.-

(Source: iamthehouse)

It hurts. This ache.

There is no reason for it, because there is nothing to ache for.

No man in her arms.

No Love in her eyes.

There is nothing.

So why is she crying, laying on her back with those dark curls spilling over the wood floor.

recordsofnavidson:

[He doesn’t explicitly worry for the first few hours, but after pouring the second cup, William makes his way down the Hallway.

Even if she’s not explicitly Here, he can forget the ache in the dark.]

-It is dark and for once uninviting to him but there is nothing to push him out, to push him away and press him into the Light where he belongs.-

(Source: iamthehouse)

recordsofnavidson:

[The laughter fades and in its stead is an awkward silence.]

I um… think we’re out of something.

[And he dashes out to town on an imagined errand, though he’ll return an hour or so later with coffee.]

-She doesn’t respond.

And when he returns, she is gone.-

(Source: iamthehouse)

recordsofnavidson:

[It’s something he’ll see in time, the longer he spens it in her presence.

But for now, William only attempts to laugh off his fear and inadequacies, putting a front up in place of the deep affection that’s surfacing again and threatening to match her Gaze.]

-There’s a tell in his actions, the way his jaw tightens while he laughs and attempts to cover his heart, but she could clutch it just as easy as one might their partners hand. She watches, and waits for a time to act.

Maybe it won’t come.-

(Source: iamthehouse)

-He should not have to worry, for there is Love in her eyes when she looks upon him.-

-But Love is a human things, and she is not. So it remains a simple emotion in her eyes as she gazes upon him.-