And while she was working on reassurance, his eyes narrowed, the calm desperately trying to override anything else snarling and snagging in his mind. “All right,” he uttered with a relaxed composure that didn’t fetter anywhere near his chest, and gently scooped her up into his arms. Bags were adorned on his shoulders, Belial could guard and watch the house, and Zuriel could accompany them. All according to plan; which was a mantra he’d repeat in his head because it sounded very certain and very sure.
He maneuvered carefully through the snow though, closing the door behind them, and the unicorn ambling from around the corner of the house to follow. The mare’s eyes scrutinized but she was silent, gratefully so, as they moved towards the medical threshold. “Zuri can give you some relief until we get there,” was another offering through his deep vocals, trying to keep all the edges and fringes at bay.
He maneuvered carefully through the snow though, closing the door behind them, and the unicorn ambling from around the corner of the house to follow. The mare’s eyes scrutinized but she was silent, gratefully so, as they moved towards the medical threshold. “Zuri can give you some relief until we get there,” was another offering through his deep vocals, trying to keep all the edges and fringes at bay.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
