tell the wolves I'm home
Her response gave him pause, tilting his head initially in brief glimpses of confusion, before the entirety of her answer pushed past the bewilderment. He did unfurl another laugh at the result; for no, he’d never be called optimistic, but it’d been the combined forces of striving, with great difficulty on some days, to not slide back into melancholy and trepidation, and to linger on the present, on things he already had and held and cherished.
Like this one – with Evie in his grasp and a gratified, content rumble pushing through his chest as their lips met. Then there was nothing else in his mind – not Hadama, not false friends, not void configurations knocking at walls, just her. “I think I can do that,” he murmured against her mouth, billowing configurations of air over her flushed skin, before opting to show her just exactly how much his appreciation and faith proffered.
[FIN]
Like this one – with Evie in his grasp and a gratified, content rumble pushing through his chest as their lips met. Then there was nothing else in his mind – not Hadama, not false friends, not void configurations knocking at walls, just her. “I think I can do that,” he murmured against her mouth, billowing configurations of air over her flushed skin, before opting to show her just exactly how much his appreciation and faith proffered.
[FIN]
the ressurected sword
