08-25-2018, 12:20 AM
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You are mine.
Faint is the tremble about the dark body, almost drawing them down as uncertain steps draw them forward, one, then two, a third taken slower. There is no ceremony to the movement, simply their weight is falling forward in a move they wish to be a hug but can't quite manage, settling instead for trying to tuck themself against Goldie, ear pressed against her chest. Strong is her heart, the beat real and there is comfort in the sound, each breath slowing until it finds a regular pattern once more. “Thank you,” lifting their voice so both can hear a smile curls dark lips, single eye bright with tears yet also something else – joy.
It did not matter what she tried to steal from them, this was something she could never touch. The time would never matter, a journey set before them speaking of a long, winding road lined with jagged rocks, but they would face it later. For now they merely snuggled closer to their sister, enjoying being called brother. It felt right in a way sister never had.
You are mine.
Faint is the tremble about the dark body, almost drawing them down as uncertain steps draw them forward, one, then two, a third taken slower. There is no ceremony to the movement, simply their weight is falling forward in a move they wish to be a hug but can't quite manage, settling instead for trying to tuck themself against Goldie, ear pressed against her chest. Strong is her heart, the beat real and there is comfort in the sound, each breath slowing until it finds a regular pattern once more. “Thank you,” lifting their voice so both can hear a smile curls dark lips, single eye bright with tears yet also something else – joy.
It did not matter what she tried to steal from them, this was something she could never touch. The time would never matter, a journey set before them speaking of a long, winding road lined with jagged rocks, but they would face it later. For now they merely snuggled closer to their sister, enjoying being called brother. It felt right in a way sister never had.