like a lion in its cage , she paces round the motel room . feeling too big for her body as he sits cleaning his gun . steady . methodical . she doesn’t let her gaze linger too long on his hands , cause she’s already thinking about it . as far as she’s concerned , this has been a long time coming : it’s just the matter of putting it into words . sit down , he tells her , a little annoyed with the repetitive movement , her skittering movements across the floor . she doesn’t do as he says , though , instead stands before him with gradually pinkening cheeks & arms crossed over her chest . trying to seem stronger than she feels , sturdier , like there’s no hesitation , nothing for her to be worried about . ❝ seth . ❞ how patiently she says his name , pauses to wet her lips . are the nerves obvious in her eyes ? ❝ seth , i —- need you t’ do somethin for me . ❞ / @runsthick