( it's only a matter of time before she settles into a place that's a bit more set on it's own, a little more her, a comfort she's largely looking forward to. for now, however, merely having him in that petite apartment with her serves as a balm enough. it's only a moment before twin figures are sinking into her mattress, wintry sheets taking to her limbs as she carefully dips her toes beneath, only settling her ankles within.
fingertips gratefully skirt along the strong forearm that wraps around her, her frame folding easily back into his as he holds her—she can't remember the last time she's been cradled this way. maybe when she was younger, with a mother murmuring lullabies against her temple, when softness wasn't seen so much as a weakness. )
No, it isn't that. ( at least, not as of late. what haunts her is more during the waking hours, glancing down to watch the invisible trails her digits make along his arm, stumbling gently over knuckles and relieving a long breath. ) There's... there's things I haven't told you, too, Baby.
Things that I've been struggling with for awhile now.
Okay. [ His tone is non-judgmental, non-committal, soft, like anything louder would break the safety of the bubble they're currently building around themselves. His thumb strokes idly back and forth over her stomach, in a mindless, reassuring gesture. ]
If you want to tell me, you can. But you don't have to.
[ He closes his eyes, pushes his nose further into her hair, just smelling strawberries and lilac, the strands silky against his cheek. There's a smile in his voice when he speaks next. ]
If you'd rather, I really can sing you a song. I'm not all bad at it.
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fingertips gratefully skirt along the strong forearm that wraps around her, her frame folding easily back into his as he holds her—she can't remember the last time she's been cradled this way. maybe when she was younger, with a mother murmuring lullabies against her temple, when softness wasn't seen so much as a weakness. )
No, it isn't that. ( at least, not as of late. what haunts her is more during the waking hours, glancing down to watch the invisible trails her digits make along his arm, stumbling gently over knuckles and relieving a long breath. ) There's... there's things I haven't told you, too, Baby.
Things that I've been struggling with for awhile now.
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If you want to tell me, you can. But you don't have to.
[ He closes his eyes, pushes his nose further into her hair, just smelling strawberries and lilac, the strands silky against his cheek. There's a smile in his voice when he speaks next. ]
If you'd rather, I really can sing you a song. I'm not all bad at it.