cryonicqueen.  

she stared at him for a moment, settling for a small huff. her presence is probably  unwelcome,  but when did that ever stop her before? she feigned a yawn and  STRETCHED  her arms out above her before she settled into her spot. soon enough he’d get annoyed enough and talk. patience was key.

^{the silent spaces between them spreads only further. it’s become home, a security blanket, even if neither regards it as such. he takes a step out of it into the noise of speech ;  spike’s mouth curves only slightly,   a corner pinching the end of his bent cigarette,    “  what were you saying ?  “}