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After about an hour, he hammered the last post in and stood up straight, panting slightly. *** “Yeah. You get this...” She reached up and...
He returned to his work. His back was to her, but her began hammering the post into the ground, swinging the head down over and over as he worked....
He went over to the side of the post, pulling out stripped tendrils. "Here. If you braid these, they should make a sturdy material..." * * *...
He eyed her warily before gesturing to what he was working on. "I'm just hammering in the posts right now. Do you want to start braiding the...
"Oh," he said, looking around for a moment before looking back at her. "Want to help with the pen?" * ** She clambered over him to get out of...
He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand before straightening up, looking like he might have regained his composure slightly. "Any time...
He looked up at him. He was wearing a white tunic with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. His dark hair flopped in front of his eyes and he...
Victor was working outside his house, setting up a fence for the mice. * * * "You can come back and visit," she said with a frown. "Right?"
(Where to?) * * * She shifted next to him, looking up sleepily. "When do you have to leave?"
(Zoop?) * * * "Mmh..."
He frowned, looking around, rubbing his arm nervously. "...Nas?" * * * "I'm so glad," she murmured sleepily.
(Zoop?) * * * "I thought you might have been a dream."
Her gentleness seemed to make things worse and he exhaled before turning to leave. * * * She relaxed, moving closer. "You're here."
He shook his head, backing away from her. "Listen, I... I gotta go." * * * After a minute, she stirred. "...Cy?"
"I don't... I don't..." He seemed to be struggling to breathe a little, standing up quickly and running his hands through his hair. "It's... this...
He looked down at her, panting slightly, his brows furrowed. "What... what's happened?" * ** She came up close to him again, seeking his warmth.
He stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He paused, looking down in surprise before sitting up suddenly. * * * The fire had died down. Dahlia was...
Victor was asleep next to her, his arms wrapped around her waist. * * * Dahlia mumbled, turning to face him.
(Zoop?) * * * Dahlia's back was against Osiris' chest, her hand curled lightly in sleep.
He buried his head in her neck instinctively from their embrace, his lips brushing her skin unintentionally as they both relaxed. After a moment,...
