<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Mina, Nevada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019 | Early Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Daybed<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Grey tank top, pink panties. (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/5u1d23-l-610x610-underwear-pink+panties-panties-alexandra+daddario.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one #SingleAF<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mark<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/>They shared a quiet laugh about the stresses of this place in solidarity. She, still laying on her side with her arm curled under her pillow, watched him as he shifted about and eventually slid down to nearly match her position. Her smile broadened, and clear blue eyes crinkled slightly at the corners as happiness reached them in earnest.<br/><br/>There were no guarded prerogatives between them in that moment. As the sun rose he spoke to her about his job. About his life. And in true Delaney fashion, she only narrowly resisted the urge to playfully lick his palm as he pantomimed the mask...<br/><br/>The true intimacy of the moment wasn’t abrupt or even overt. It settled over them like  the gradual warmth of the morning sun. Pleasant. Welcome. Slow, and full of promise.<br/><br/>Teasing  fell away and she listened to him, rapt less by his story and more the way he told it. With a quiet but honest conviction. He had known these moments, the panic and the calm. It felt personal and real in a way that very few things here had been.<br/><br/>As his words began to taper off she caught him slowly reaching to renew the distance so she reached for him. Her fingers curled under his chin and she brushed her thumb down over his lips with a gentle, playful smile, his facial hair tickling against her skin.<br/><br/>“I’m sure there will be plenty more moments that taste like dirt and soot in this place, but maybe we can be each other’s oxygen.”<br/><br/>Her hand fell away and for a few heartbeats there was silence. A tiny voice of insecurity tickled its way into the back of her mind as he sat back up. It had felt like a wildly familiar thing to say to a man she’d just met..and yet, she couldn’t stop smiling.<br/><br/>Even as he sat back up and she let her free hand sink into the softness of her pillow she was still smiling. The moment hadn’t fully passed, but it had changed.<br/><br/>“I hope they did.”<br/><br/>She hoped a lot of things. Some small and others profound, but none were quite so immediate as her desire to enjoy what was left of the sunrise in good company.<br/><br/>“But it would have been better if I had been there with you.”<br/><br/><br/><br/>