Golden hour glowin’ and feelin’ it all. That perfect cozy combo – chunky knit + oversized scarf = instant happiness (and maybe just a little bit of that autumn magic ✨). Spent the day wanderin’, drin...

Here goes...

“There. That’s the one.” I say, though no sound reaches your ears, not really. It’s more like we hear it - a ghost of a murmur, perhaps, if you’re listening closely. This velvet robe, deep burgundy, feels heavy tonight, doesn’t it? Not an awful thing, necessarily. Velvet remembers, even when things get quiet. And there has been plenty of quiet lately. Almost too much, sometimes. Likeed to think he liked the way the light caught it here, around the sleeve, always catching it. He had such good eyes, those hazel ones…slightly skeptical, usually, but willing.

We were arguing again last night, weren’t we? About nothing, of course. Always about something. The wine, probably. Too dry, you said. As if we hadn't noticed. A flicker of annoyance in your gaze then, didn’t there? Just for a fraction of a second – a recognition. He was gone for five minutes to fetch wood, remember? Five glorious minutes without his hand resting on every curve.

Now look at us. Sitting here, almost, by the fire. Your camera sits perfectly still, hasn’t it? A neutral eye, mostly. Doesn’t quite capture the crease in my forehead, where the worry lies. Or maybe does.

It’s alright to be hesitant, isn’t it? We haven’—t seen each other in ages. Look closer – see the trace of laughter in the set of your mouth. And the slight tightening of your grip on the strap.

Just don’t blink. Now. "So,” we say softly, tilting our head ever so slightly. “What were you thinking?”

Do you? Do you?"

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