Phobia

Just a quick drabble about arachnophobia, essentially.

       He runs his spindly fingers through my hair absentmindedly, kissing my forehead as he looks the other way. Something's caught his eye, and I take his distraction as an opportunity to appreciate the beauty of his hands, one resting my on my knee like a pale spider, slightly bruised. He notices me tense up and looks at me questioningly, his expression clearer than words. I smile apologetically, annoyed that I let my imagination run away with me again.

Author's Note

Nothing special, a word doodle.

Reviews

[Ophelia Dragonheart]

You know I think it's beautiful, of course, because I told you so when I first saw it. It's a really good look into who Lannie is, y'know?

[Darcy]

Oh, this is good, you HAVE to write more, it's an excellent word doodle