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: ̗̀➛Cold air.ೃ࿐

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TW: Smoking

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Todays been a mess, a very tense cold mess. I rub my tired eyes, the cold air burning the hell out of them the smoke from my cig isn't helping. I let a cloud of smoke blur my vision, metaphorically clearing my mind. it was awkward, I hated it. The silence between me and him is killing me. Where both tired of fighting yet we won't admit it. Two stubborn lovers. I mumbled out a flattened, unclear apology my accent sounding sorrowful. I received a sensual nod from parker his eyes starring blankly at the snow beneath the porch railing, my back was leaned up against it next to him.

I told him I wanted to hear his voice. That sounded shitty.

"So now you want to talk to me?"

I nod.

"I hate you."

I nodded again.

His face softens with guilt, he doesn't mean it, I know he doesn't. And so does he. He's exhausted from this long tense day, he's always been moody around the holidays. "I really don't I could never..." he mumbles with slight sorrow in his voice. 

"Don't apologize I should be" I say taking my cig out of my mouth while I pull him close. I turn my head so as not to blow smoke in his face. My eyes shift back to him, my hands tracing his scar on the side of his face. It's crazy how my demeaner changes when I'm with him.

"You know I can't stay mad at you, love." I say my accent becoming clearer toward the end. He stops shaking, watching the smoke blow from my mouth, I feel his cheek start to burn and he bites his lower lip. Gods he's so beautiful

Cold air blows past us, I can tell cause he starts shivering and cuddled into my arms.  Ever since the bite more or less destroyed my nervous system, my body hasn't been able to really feel any temperature shift, yet being dead for years by now, I can tell when he's cold. "I hate this stupid holiday.." He says finally directing his anger towards the right thing. 

I chuckle, I don't mean to laugh at his trauma, just the childish way he says it is adorable. I ruffle his hair "I'm not too fond of holidays either doll face." he giggles, his smile returning to his tired face. 

"I also hate when you smoke"

"Me? Smoking? you must be delusional dear" I say preceding to place the cig back in my mouth

Parker rolls his eyes, returning to my said resting his head on my shoulder. "You getting sleepy angel?" I say.

I feel a kiss on my cheek, "Maybe a little". I let a smile slip on my face, turning to kiss his forehead.

He perks up, looking up at me. I'll never get tired of that.

'Hey.."

"Hi"

I grab his chin placing a small kiss on his lips, he smiles but pulls back quickly.

"The taste of smoke on your lips is disgusting" He giggles with a soft smile

I smile back running my head through his hair, 'I love you."