Darling please, just give us some time, and I swear we'll be alright
“Or perhaps something small and fluffy. A golden sheep for you to carry around in your claws as a dragon,” she teases, though it’s clear from the way feathers of gold cascade through her radiant hair that she’s quite pleased by his sincerity.
She delves her hands into his side of the bond, luxuriating in the peace she finds as it slips against the sensitive webs of her metaphysical fingers like the sand beneath them. He deserves every grain of it, and her soul resonates in quiet joy to feel it. “I’m glad,” she whispers, because words can’t encompass the relief she feels on his behalf. “You’ve proven they can’t hurt you the same way now. Not anymore. But to know he acknowledges he was wrong…” trailing off she shrugs her shoulders slightly, smiling. It is a puzzle piece he’d been missing that is now found. Not unlike their own apologies and revelations in the wake of the war. For all he prefers the Attuned bond to show how he feels, the words were important when they mattered. Often when they needed to be spoken to him. “We’ve been burying so many hatchets over the years. Who are we?” Her laughter is foxlike and sharp, undaunted by these new angles of softness but amused all the same by how they continue to release grudges they thought would live forever.
She delves her hands into his side of the bond, luxuriating in the peace she finds as it slips against the sensitive webs of her metaphysical fingers like the sand beneath them. He deserves every grain of it, and her soul resonates in quiet joy to feel it. “I’m glad,” she whispers, because words can’t encompass the relief she feels on his behalf. “You’ve proven they can’t hurt you the same way now. Not anymore. But to know he acknowledges he was wrong…” trailing off she shrugs her shoulders slightly, smiling. It is a puzzle piece he’d been missing that is now found. Not unlike their own apologies and revelations in the wake of the war. For all he prefers the Attuned bond to show how he feels, the words were important when they mattered. Often when they needed to be spoken to him. “We’ve been burying so many hatchets over the years. Who are we?” Her laughter is foxlike and sharp, undaunted by these new angles of softness but amused all the same by how they continue to release grudges they thought would live forever.
HOTARU
