A snap from the hearth marks fire licking up through a split in dry wood, cold from the floor still aching up into his bony feet when she wraps her arms around. No snakes this time, only ridges of scar tissue and bone, rangy muscle buckled to his ribs. Hugged.
“Alright.”
Another sigh is easier to feel than it is to detect otherwise. Softer than the first.
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Date: 2022-02-27 08:37 pm (UTC)“Alright.”
Another sigh is easier to feel than it is to detect otherwise. Softer than the first.
“Thank you for telling me.”