October
a sunflor soul
with rock'n roll eyes
with rock'n roll eyes
"I know." You whisper gently, placing the cloth on his brow and smiling down at him. As he shifts, your hands go to his shoulders, holding him in place. He's the stronger of you two for sure, but just down with gravity on your side and only exhaustion on his, you're fairly confident you can keep him down. "Hey now, what's your rush? A volcano is still better than nothing." You say with a laugh as if you can't feel his body heat radiating off of him in waves.
"I know." You say of the Grounds, of him being sick. Cian told me, and while the Spyglass might have the mental fortitude to piece that together for himself, you don't bother saying it. No need to make matters worse. "I won't catch it, I promise." Giving him a look as his hands do nothing against you, you reposition the cloth and ring-out the one in his mouth onto his lips. "If you try to move again, I swear to Rae I will sit on you. I'm heavier than I look, you know." You add, ever lighthearted in a crisis.
"I know." You say of the Grounds, of him being sick. Cian told me, and while the Spyglass might have the mental fortitude to piece that together for himself, you don't bother saying it. No need to make matters worse. "I won't catch it, I promise." Giving him a look as his hands do nothing against you, you reposition the cloth and ring-out the one in his mouth onto his lips. "If you try to move again, I swear to Rae I will sit on you. I'm heavier than I look, you know." You add, ever lighthearted in a crisis.
curious thoughts
& a heart of surprise
& a heart of surprise
