Date: 2021-04-28 11:57 pm (UTC)
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You need not speak upon it, if you do not wish to.

[ A low murmur, meant to be soothing. She threads her fingers between his, curls them slightly. ]

We could return to our scrutiny of our new acquaintances who may indeed yet live, if this were to have been painted ten years or so ago. Or I could tell you of the morning that brought me home early, when the wind was so strong I felt as if I were a sail. As if I spread my arms wide enough I would fly.

But if you ever wish to, and to be held—

[ She turns her head against his like a cat or dog might; the simplicity of an animal's love— ]

Then I wish to hear and hold you.
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