elusetta:

for jess black

“Really?”

She looks at you with something like disbelief in her eyes, arms crossed, defensive. It’s not right, you hear her thinking. It’s not natural for someone like her to be loved.

You smile a lopsided smile and gently pull her closer. She winces at the touch- she always does- but just as soon accepts it. She’s warm. She might even be smiling.

“Really,” you confirm.