->Summary: Llewyn shows up on your doorstep late into the afternoon, in need of some company.@writer-wednesdayWeek 12!
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Cw/Tw: fem!reader. Sappy shit, religious discussion, mentions of war, making out. Mostly fluff :)
The perfectly plucked notes from Llewyn’s mahogany guitar drift on the light breeze. The grass you lay in appears to almost sway with the tempo of the song, blades caressing your cheekbone as you gaze up at your troubled friend. He’s frowning as he strums the brass strings with his calloused fingers, made rough from years of practice.
Between the carefully considered notes that Llewyn had been noting down in his songbook, the distant roar of fighter jets from the local army base fills the silence of the fields that surround you. When Llewyn had shown up on your doorstep with a contrite smile, as he often does, you weren’t expecting his inevitable request to be ‘Please can we drive out to the fields out of town and sit together?’ When you checked your clock, it was six o’clock in the evening. You should have said no given you were at work first thing tomorrow, but the appeal cost you nothing and Llewyn looked as though he needed company, so you just nodded and grabbed your keys.
Thank goodness you did. The warmth of the setting sunlight makes you feel as though you’re glowing within as it bathes you in gold, laying in the grass and inhaling the fresh summer air. Perhaps you’d be busy tomorrow, in a mad rush to get everything ready for your workday, but at this moment everything was slow, from the bend of the green blades on either side of your face to the plane gliding through the sky above you.
