𖦹 *٭ 𓍊𓋼𓍊 ٭ * 𖦹

The sun was spilling soft gold across the dashboard as the car hummed down the road, windows cracked open just enough to let in the summer wind. Elliot had one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting quietly near yours in the center console, fingers twitching with the beat of the music.

You were curled up in the backseat, wrapped in a towel that still smelled like his detergent—warm, sweet, a little bit like strawberries and bubblegum. Your breathing had slowed a while ago, a gentle rise and fall that made him glance in the rearview every few seconds just to make sure you were still okay.

He smiled, the floating pink frames of his glasses catching the light as they tilted softly.

— “Lil’ passenger princess..”

His voice was barely above a whisper, coated in affection and just a hint of that scene-boy rasp he always had when he was being soft. He turned the volume down on the playlist, letting the silence stretch out like a blanket. The road stretched on ahead, but his whole focus was in that quiet little moment—with you, sun-warmed.

Elli’s pink fox tail, clipped on his grey belt thumped gently against the seat as he grinned to himself, heart full and loud in a body that somehow still felt too small to hold all the love he had for you…