And I hope if everybody runs, you choose to stay
She did not shy away from his touch, like she might have when they first met. It was a slow process, but Seren was learning the importance of these physical gestures, and the difference between this and the flirtatious teasing that first made her recoil from Maeve. Her cheeks were soft and round, very squishable under his hands and unblemished in ways that had nothing to do with freckles. Made and not born, the inevitable signs of wear that should follow even a girl of her seeming age was just not there. The touch of his lips against her forehead made Seren think of her father, and her smile was fond, trusting as only she could be as she smiled up at Locke.
Of course she would listen to his secrets. Keep them secret too, tucked away like a treasure on an island under the stars. It was what she did.
His story might be heartbreaking, and she might ache for his loss and the pain lingering in his eyes... but she would always have a smile for him.
"You are far too kind, brother," she murmured, and reached up to drape her arms around his neck in a hug. "I don't think you can prevent me from going on a boat..." Any boat. Literal, figurative or otherwise. "But... I suppose if you want to come along, I don't mind having you there to watch my back."
Mind it? Oh, she could hardly imagine anything more reassuring.
"You said you might 'know' about something, before? About fighting." She tried to shift the subject to something a little more cheerful, so he wouldn't be so sad. "What were you thinking about?"
Of course she would listen to his secrets. Keep them secret too, tucked away like a treasure on an island under the stars. It was what she did.
His story might be heartbreaking, and she might ache for his loss and the pain lingering in his eyes... but she would always have a smile for him.
"You are far too kind, brother," she murmured, and reached up to drape her arms around his neck in a hug. "I don't think you can prevent me from going on a boat..." Any boat. Literal, figurative or otherwise. "But... I suppose if you want to come along, I don't mind having you there to watch my back."
Mind it? Oh, she could hardly imagine anything more reassuring.
"You said you might 'know' about something, before? About fighting." She tried to shift the subject to something a little more cheerful, so he wouldn't be so sad. "What were you thinking about?"
Seren
