Isla doesn't try to tell him it's alright, doesn't try to alleviate guilt she knows he'll carry forever, no matter what she says. Her arms tighten around him, her cheek pressed to his curls (a mistake, since there's more than one twig and thorn nestled in there by this point, she thinks), and a soft laugh bubbles up in her throat as he lifts her off the ground. "I'm here now," she whispers, nodding in agreement with the words he doesn't say. ISLA pray for me pray to me |
good night, sweet prince
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the Remedy
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