_{@afraidofchange​  ♡‘d for some cute shit.}

               _{the television casts a soft glow throughout her living room,  illuminating scattered toys that clutter the space,  disregarded drinks that sit half - drank atop the coffee table,  and figures of two who lay with limbs intertwined.                olivia has long since forgotten about the movie.} 

               _{her head lays against his torso,  arm draped lazily across a sturdy frame while fingers absentmindedly fiddle with the cotton of his t-shirt.  its a stark contrast.  elliot is soft,  yet SOLID.  with each breath his broad chest rises and falls in a slow rhythm,  and at every movement her senses are consumed by his scent.  it’s musky,  comforting.  almost intoxicating.  it’s something she could definitely get used to.   she nuzzles her head closer into him,  determined to begin doing so.}

               _{a brief minute passes before dark brows furrow in thought.  the man who’s always been one to fill silence with conversation has now fallen quiet himself.    interesting,  she notes.    surly now more than ever there would be something to say.                and there’s no way he’s actually watching the movie she had picked out.  he hardly seemed like the chick flick type.}

                      _{it’s then that olivia looks up to him.    and the corners of her mouth curl at the sight.
  ❛  HEY!  ❜   hand smacks against his chest …   lightly.   ❛  stop falling asleep old man.  movies not over yet.  ❜}