[ he slows the constant, gripping touches in pace with her body's adjustment, but he does not stop. she still shivers; he can feel the cold seeping in from under the house, permeating through the floor and walls, the dropping temperatures surrounding them in a terrible cocoon. the only warmth is in the fire, stalwartly endeavoring to reach them. by its flames in the ensuing dark, she does not nearly look so pale.
he pulls back just enough to see her wet eyes and the shine of her tears smeared on her cheek. it tugs at his chest. he feels the first full force of the terrible sting in his hand while he rubs her arm in reassurance. ] I assume as inconveniently as everyone else. I woke up.
no subject
he pulls back just enough to see her wet eyes and the shine of her tears smeared on her cheek. it tugs at his chest. he feels the first full force of the terrible sting in his hand while he rubs her arm in reassurance. ] I assume as inconveniently as everyone else. I woke up.