Drabble for soaked_in_stars. Toby and Molly
That groaning sound you hear? That's the writing part of my brain labouring into action.
This is for soaked_in_stars with love.
He looks at her sometimes and forgets to breathe.
She’s so like her mother. The twist of her lips when she tries not to laugh; the swing of her hair (straightened each morning in a labour of frustration-laced love) as she turns to talk to him; the light in her eyes when she’s angry. Usually with him.
The lift of her chin. Her skin. It’s Andy.
And then - just when he wonders how he’s ever played a part - her brow will furrow with concentration, she’ll gnaw her lip, pick up a pen and there’s poetry.
She’s part of him.