tfw your will to live returns

like if u want any interaction i guess

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   joseph’s face fell a little despite the warm flush on his brown cheeks from the fervent kisses. “ indeed. ” he brushed his lips lightly against hers before lowering his head, knocking his forehead against hers and staying there, leaning against her, his arms swaddling her. 

   “ it’s not right, ” he said, incredibly quiet. “ they shouldn’t be able to take this from us. this, these moments, these are what’s worth having. ” he drew a sharp breath and let it out as a sigh, holding her tighter, and closed his eyes. “ it’s not right. ” 

   for now she’s here in his arms and all’s right with their contained little cage of a world, but one footstep around a corner could change that. one sorry bastard doing his job could take everything from them. a low rage burned in the back of his throat and made a lump there, and his wrists felt incredibly hot. he wanted to take her to the wilds. he wanted them to make new spells together, freeze a lake over for the thrill of it and slide on the ice. he wanted to see his family again, wanted her to see them too, wanted to have his affections honestly and not hide them like it was a crime to love.

   “ goodness gracious !! you’re in a good mood today. ” casually he placed the glass he’d been cleaning back under the counter and took a puff of his cigarette before starting to make her drink. mixology was fun in the sense that your mind could sort of go to sleep while you made the drinks, but so fun in the sense that it required you to have your sleeves rolled up most of the time. he’d taken to wearing thin cloth bracers around his forearms, for obvious reasons.

   “ i was expecting, i don’t know, a ‘shut up’. a ‘shut up and die’. a ‘shut up and die, you pig’. i can go on. ” he made her drink, pushing it across the counter and wiping his with a flourish before hanging the towel and taking a seat opposite her, cigarette in hand. “ so what brings you back to this part of town, sweetheart? you come here often? ”

   he let out a low whistle as she strode into the bar, composed as always, hair covering her face like she was a celebrity. that woman knew how to make an entrance. idly joseph dried a glass behind the counter, his half-finished cigarette resting on a nearby ashtray. the look on her face made him want to straighten his tie. 

   “ sorry, ma’am, but for deliveries you want the back door, ” he joked, a grin spreading over his face at the sight of her, and winked. at her face, he continued: “ because that package has my name written all over it! ” —@bloodiedamell·