#and I've missed hcu

[pianomxn]

The days she spent over at Drew’s were always some of her most favorite.  She could get out of her space, and while they had been scary years ago, it was easy when it came to Drew.  

Most nights they stayed up messing around at the piano playing bits of songs together until something sounded right.  Many times, he would play a song, smile on  his face as she sung the lyrics.  It was life giving to her soul to explore her musical talents with him.  To enjoy that side of herself without having to fear the powers she did have.  Drew trusted her, and she trusted herself with Drew.

By the end of the night, Rylie had fallen asleep next to Drew, one of his shirts loosely draped over her body.  She slept so peacefully there, tucked against his side until the morning light woke her up.  

In all honesty, she didn’t want to move from that bed.  She was her own boss, so she could take the day off.  It wouldn’t harm her or the store, but it was deeper than that.

Rylie eased upwards, kissing Drew’s cheek.  “Good morning,” she whispered.  Her accent was a little heavier, as it always was in the mornings.  After the simple kiss, her forehead fell to his shoulder, face nuzzling against his arm.

@forsakenmyths || from here

      ❛ Mhm... Good morning... ❜  his voice was just slightly hoarse and his demeanor rather sleepy. The clearing of his throat made him wake up a little bit more before peeking with one eye at Rylie. If it wasn’t for her he would probably be snuggling even closer and still in dreamland, dreaming, something he didn’t do quite often but seemed to happen when she was around. 

     That day Drew wouldn’t mind staying around, if Rylie weren’t around he would probably go out for a walk, distract himself for a while and keep his mind busy. The lonesome thoughts seemed to cease lately and he liked it that way, without his chest feeling pressed tight or his hyperventilating moments of anxiety when no one was looking. Rylie’s presence was haven, he couldn’t think how to thank her for that though the intention was there. One day he would find a way.           ❛ Tell me you’re not going to work today... ❜ the pianoman mumbled, nuzzling the top of her head and hiding from the morning light in her soft curls. The mumble became a gentle whine and he was ready to pull the puppy eyes card if she said she would. ❛ If you are, let’s stay a little longer yeah? ❜