[SE] Silver Bells and Cockleshells

She listens to his plans for the future, a small smile on her angular face, closing her dark eyes slowly in acceptance of the request for a prayer. Reaching out to take his hand, she squeezes it gently between her fingers, looking over the garden with a distant, fond expression. "We'll help each other," the girl says softly, stepping a little closer to him- enough to rest her head upon his shoulder, if he'll allow it. "And we'll be wrong, sometimes. And we'll get hurt. And then we'll pick ourselves up and learn from it." Shrugging, she exhales a soft, content sigh. She will not promise to always be happy, to always accept the things he does. She will not promise they will never fight again. All she can promise is to do her best, and to be there when he falls, as he has been for her. The world is large and looming and terrifying, but they do not have to do it alone. {~fin} a m a l i a You were young and you'd stare With a reverence unimpaired Searching in your dark eyes to find the stars already there