❝HEARTBREAK IS ONE THING MY 𝗘𝗚𝗢'𝗦 ANOTHER❞
In which it no longer matters that Evangeline Waters was a hot shot lawyer with a nice apartment and the best daughter she could've asked for. Because if you don't know the right way to stab a dead...
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Lily was thoroughly intoxicated.
She had managed to shower, tuck Sutton into bed, and then, feeling both physically and emotionally spent, had settled herself on the hallway floor with the remaining bottle of wine. Her exhaustion was such that she didn't have the energy to move any further, and she had chosen the hallway for its proximity to her room, even though she was uncertain of the time. The dimly lit corridor suggested it was late, as the silence around her indicated that most of the others were already asleep.
As she sat there, nursing the bottle and occasionally taking long swigs, the sound of approaching footsteps drew her attention. She looked up to see Daryl, freshly showered and still damp, walking towards her. "What the hell are you doin'?" he asked, his voice a mix of concern and bemusement as he stopped in front of her.
Lily gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes, a playful giggle escaping her lips that was louder than she intended. "I don't think I can get up," she admitted, her words slightly slurred. Daryl snorted in response, his own movements suggesting that he, too, was feeling the effects of the wine. He sank down to sit beside her, the coolness of the floor contrasting with the warmth of his body.
"How much you had?" he asked, taking the bottle from her and taking a long swig.
"Definitely more than I should have," she laughed, her head leaning heavily against his shoulder as she took comfort in his proximity. "Everyone's asleep."
"You should be too," he said, his gaze softening as he looked down at her. The closeness made his cheeks flush slightly, the heat from her breath mingling with the cool minty scent of her toothpaste. Despite the alcohol dulling his senses, he couldn't ignore how comforting her presence was. The proximity, the warmth—it was more inviting than the cold, unyielding ground.
"You smell good," she murmured, her voice a tender whisper as she breathed in the scent of the soap they had used earlier. Her head tilted back slightly to meet his gaze, the space between them dwindling as she seemed to forget any concept of personal space.
Daryl's eyes flicked from her lips to the dark roots of her hair, which contrasted sharply with the blonde that colored the rest. "You're not blonde," he mumbled, his inebriated state making him less inhibited than usual.
"Neither are you," she responded, bridging the gap by resting her forehead against his. "Hi."
"Hi," he echoed, the mingling scents of mint and soap stirring a deeper warmth within him. As if guided by an impulse rather than thought, Lily leaned in and pressed her lips to his. Daryl's initial surprise quickly faded as he responded, setting the bottle aside and allowing his hands to gently guide her closer. The kiss was slow and tentative, both of them tasting the lingering notes of wine.
The moment was interrupted by a throat clearing behind them, causing Lily to jerk away, but her movement was too sudden, making her head spin. They both turned to see Carol standing there, struggling to conceal a grin. "Don't mind me. I'm just heading to the restroom," she said, her eyes twinkling with suppressed amusement. Neither Daryl nor Lily said anything in response, only offering nods as Carol hurried past.
