tell the ones you love, you love them

do not fear the dark, wolf cub, for when the sun leaves the world,

He embraces her, tucking her into his shoulder – into a familiar place that soothes all her worries and frustrations as if it were nothing more than fog on a window. He’d be there for her, whenever she needed him to be, whenever things would inevitably fall apart, whenever she would need a guiding light to follow to find her way back home.

And he offers her a similar idea of that, the guiding light, in the idea of looking at the barracks and seeing what had grown in the time she had been gone. She squeezes him, arms around him tightening as her head bobs against his shoulder. “I would love that.” She murmurs softly, remaining in the embrace briefly, before she pulls away after a few heartbeats – as if she could count them, but she can’t and has to guess, waiting for the moment to feel right.

Eventually she does, pulling away from him so he can stand, while she tears a hand through her long dark hair, fashioning it into a quick and easy braid. And after smoothing out her shirt, hands antsy and looking for things to do, does she look back up at him with a put back together smile. “Where to first on this tour?”

the world fears you

KIADA