Post by GnawingOnIce on Mar 11, 2019 4:18:49 GMT
‘Crush culture makes me wanna spill my
guts out
I know what you're doin', trying to get me
to pursue ya’
Nothing besides ‘conflicted’ could describe how Honeywing felt. Her stomach twirled with hints of anxiety and her chest ached
at the thought of
him
Him. Silver fur that reflected the moon. Eyes that, she had just noticed the other day, were spring pools that she would die to swim in. A soft face that was welcoming and friendly, beckoning her forth every
single
time
It killed her. She had moved her nest near his. Not enough for suspicion, but just enough to be near him. Robinheart, her brother, had confronted her about it but she assured him she just needed some space for a while. Her thoughts always seemed to be him, him, him. If not at the front, he was always at the back of her mind.
She didn’t avoid him, well, she didn’t think she did. She didn’t want him to know. Would he want to know? They had only spoken a few times. Yes, she was being ridiculous. Yes, this is just a crush and will dissolve in time. Yes, that was all it was. At least that’s what she constantly told herself until she realized
it wasn’t
‘Crush culture makes me wanna spill
my guts out
Spill my guts out, spill my guts out’
a/n: not sure what’s happening here, tried something different. Teeny one shot ft. Honeywing has feelings
guts out
I know what you're doin', trying to get me
to pursue ya’
Nothing besides ‘conflicted’ could describe how Honeywing felt. Her stomach twirled with hints of anxiety and her chest ached
at the thought of
him
Him. Silver fur that reflected the moon. Eyes that, she had just noticed the other day, were spring pools that she would die to swim in. A soft face that was welcoming and friendly, beckoning her forth every
single
time
It killed her. She had moved her nest near his. Not enough for suspicion, but just enough to be near him. Robinheart, her brother, had confronted her about it but she assured him she just needed some space for a while. Her thoughts always seemed to be him, him, him. If not at the front, he was always at the back of her mind.
She didn’t avoid him, well, she didn’t think she did. She didn’t want him to know. Would he want to know? They had only spoken a few times. Yes, she was being ridiculous. Yes, this is just a crush and will dissolve in time. Yes, that was all it was. At least that’s what she constantly told herself until she realized
it wasn’t
‘Crush culture makes me wanna spill
my guts out
Spill my guts out, spill my guts out’
a/n: not sure what’s happening here, tried something different. Teeny one shot ft. Honeywing has feelings
