Date: 2021-09-03 02:54 am (UTC)
coquettish_trees: (grief)
I ran to her when I was frightened and—

[ One, two. Breathe, little bird.

Her voice. Still there. Part of Alexandrie is still there. Terrified, in tears, throwing herself into the arms of the only thing in the world that made sense. ]


She was so calm.

[ Her eyes are dazed. Wild and begging for him to understand what it had meant in that moment to have someone she trusted without question tell her what was right to do. ]
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