10-23-2018, 06:24 AM
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I'm coming.
Simple words, given frantic beat, there when only moments before the quiet of unease had caught within his mind. The feeling of it was strange to say the least of it, feeling such intrusion breaking through, brief entry before it was fading. Only seconds, time enough the words may be passed, but it seemed almost more time had passed, condensed into a few beats of a heart quick to race. Within the loose top soil claws dug grooves, gentle sound escaping clenched teeth. There was time enough for him to calm a fraction, breath caught for a few seconds before it was pushed out, intake sharp as another rose. Heavy was it, as his had been though for different reasons, breaking apart within familiar words. He knew not the meaning, found them nothing more than faintly musical tones, lips moving though no sound was permitted to pass them.
Gentle touch encircling him, drawing him closer until all he could see was the soft tone of chocolate, deep and rich, warm as his cheek pressed against the Lieutenant's chest. For a few brief moments he lets himself relax, leans further into the touch before the need is there. None may deem Harland one that welcomed such things, contact, even within moments as these as the first sob broke through clenched teeth, minimal. Slowly he pulled away, quirk to pale lips stilling as another voice rose, golden turning to find their match.
“Momo...” Faint whisper, wince curling about gentle features. It had been a great deal of time since last he had spoken such, permitted a nickname given without second thought, raising now as tears drew tracks along dusty coal toned cheeks. Though there was hesitance in the other there was none within him, paws reaching with intent to curl around Moon's neck, leaning forward until his head was nestled comfortably in the crook of it. Brief shake, movement sure to be felt, yet skin pulled. Easy was it to see the break where the injury had formed, a scab now as it healed, a mirror to that he had left upon one he deemed brother. How such would be taken, the slight trick of blood as it opened a small bit once more, lost upon the child, wanting only for this to never end.
I'm coming.
Simple words, given frantic beat, there when only moments before the quiet of unease had caught within his mind. The feeling of it was strange to say the least of it, feeling such intrusion breaking through, brief entry before it was fading. Only seconds, time enough the words may be passed, but it seemed almost more time had passed, condensed into a few beats of a heart quick to race. Within the loose top soil claws dug grooves, gentle sound escaping clenched teeth. There was time enough for him to calm a fraction, breath caught for a few seconds before it was pushed out, intake sharp as another rose. Heavy was it, as his had been though for different reasons, breaking apart within familiar words. He knew not the meaning, found them nothing more than faintly musical tones, lips moving though no sound was permitted to pass them.
Gentle touch encircling him, drawing him closer until all he could see was the soft tone of chocolate, deep and rich, warm as his cheek pressed against the Lieutenant's chest. For a few brief moments he lets himself relax, leans further into the touch before the need is there. None may deem Harland one that welcomed such things, contact, even within moments as these as the first sob broke through clenched teeth, minimal. Slowly he pulled away, quirk to pale lips stilling as another voice rose, golden turning to find their match.
“Momo...” Faint whisper, wince curling about gentle features. It had been a great deal of time since last he had spoken such, permitted a nickname given without second thought, raising now as tears drew tracks along dusty coal toned cheeks. Though there was hesitance in the other there was none within him, paws reaching with intent to curl around Moon's neck, leaning forward until his head was nestled comfortably in the crook of it. Brief shake, movement sure to be felt, yet skin pulled. Easy was it to see the break where the injury had formed, a scab now as it healed, a mirror to that he had left upon one he deemed brother. How such would be taken, the slight trick of blood as it opened a small bit once more, lost upon the child, wanting only for this to never end.