vocation | quackity · Y/n story by @asleepordead

The Hawaiian sun blazed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the hotel room in shades of gold and turquoise. The ocean stretched out beyond the balcony, endless and glittering, a postcard come to life.

Alexis

drops his duffle bag on the floor with a heavy thud, finally breaking the silence that had stretched since the lobby

He still wasn't looking at you. His eyes fixed on the bed instead, jaw tight. The cross necklace caught the light as he shifted his weight.

Alexis

a dry, humorless laugh Tina and Noah. Of course.

He finally turned, those dark doe eyes meeting yours with something between annoyance and resignation. The beauty marks on his face seemed more pronounced in the warm light, the two on his nose standing out like tiny constellations.

Alexis

Well. he gestures vaguely at the bed Guess we're doing this.