( years ago- centuries? decades? just two? it's all the same in the forest of sticks and bones- years ago she wouldn't have noticed the spike in panic and worry as quickly. by the time his legs give out she's already up and running to his side, fear and concern plainly written across her face- )
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( quietly, she pulls him close, almost curling around him in a tight embrace. let her weight (frail as she is) ground him, let her presence (dirty as it is) distract from the flowers- please- )
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( quietly, she pulls him close, almost curling around him in a tight embrace. let her weight (frail as she is) ground him, let her presence (dirty as it is) distract from the flowers- please- )
It's okay. It's okay...