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“I don’t want to talk about it,” he said again, gathering the books in his arms.
She giggled a little, her hand absentmindedly finding his. “Springtime in the grasslands,” she replied, looking around thoughtfully. “Summers in...
His face was closed off and uncertain. He was avoiding her gaze. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he said quietly after a moment, his wings...
She had a flush on her face and her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. Her white blouse ruffled in the hot breeze and she squinted up at him...
He looked over at her, taking her hands sternly and bringing her back to the bed. “Don’t stand up,” he instructed sternly, as if they were back...
She had slipped out of her cloaks, draping them over her arm as she stared up at the sun thoughtfully. “I guess you’re into this kind of weather.”
“You’ve had a long day,” he said, pulling away from her and going back over to the table, stacking the books gently. “I’ll go return these.”
“You can touch me anywhere,” she told him earnestly. “If you want.”
He felt tense and unsure in her arms. “It’s fine,” he replied, still avoiding her gaze. “You should get some sleep.”
“This is good, then,” she replied, looking up at him. “Thank you for humoring me.
He was quiet for a long moment, running his fingers along the back of her head. “I love you too.”
“For now, I think,” she said contently. “Hand and arm holding are still tolerable?”
He was still holding her, rocking her gently as the storm passed her. He rested his head delicately on her shoulder, not offering his thoughts.
She was dwarfed by his arm over her shoulders and she beamed at him. “I really like this one,” she said, trying to walk while maintaining the...
He pulled her into his arms, brushing his fingers through her hair gently. “Shh. Don’t cry,” he said softly, his voice still reserved. “It’s not...
She pulled away instantly, looking up at him. "Okay, I'm sorry," she said gently. "I won't do that one again." She considered him before going to...
He seemed to process this, his grey eyes staring at the ground. There was a silence before he looked up at her, giving her a small smile. The...
She laughed, flushing a bit as she looked up at him. "That's where my hand is when I wake up," she replied, dropping her hand. "Hm. Let's...
As she explained, his wings slowly lowered, the glow leaving them somberly. He watched her, his dark brow knitted as he considered her. His...
She hesitated before nodding, resting her hand on his neck and watching him with interest. “That’s not really your chest, I guess...”
