A bit of Sea
Bird
01-07-2020, 03:23 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-07-2020, 03:25 AM by Yong Cheng.)
永程
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Sirius' heart beat against his ears, the sound soothing and familiar all at once. The fur he was pressed against was coarser than his mother's, but Yong Cheng felt like he was back to being under his mother's chest, listening to the rhythm of her breathing. He tried to stave off his tears, but they kept flowing. He tried to resume normal breathing patterns, but his breaths came in ragged gasp. Yong Cheng gave up, and felt his tears wetting the side of his face, running down his cheeks, and sinking into Sirius' fur. He half-wondered if he should get up and cry somewhere else, but the child in him wanted to stay in a warm, tight embrace, and never let go.
So he didn't.
Yong Cheng stifled his sobs against Sirius' chest, forcing air in and out of his nose, following the Warlord's breathing. Slowly, the shaking that wracked his small frame stilled to minor tremors, as he shivered in Sirius' warmth. His breathing stabilised, the same in-out-in-out pattern that the Warlord had. His eyes were still wet and teary, but liquid ceased to flow. Yong Cheng's head hurt. He cracked his eyes open a little, and shut them again. It was too bright. Too bright, and too much.
妈, Cheng wanted to say. But the fur was too rough to be his mother's, and his mother had certainly never been so big.
He didn't want to leave, Yong Cheng wanted to tell Sirius. He didn't want to get up, and he didn't want to be alone. He just wanted to stay in the comfort of an embrace, and linger, and hug himself to sleep. But he knew he couldn't. They'd have to go back to the Armada soon.
Still, though.
He was going to wait for Sirius to say the word. As long as the Warlord was quiet, Yong Cheng wasn't going to move.
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Sirius' heart beat against his ears, the sound soothing and familiar all at once. The fur he was pressed against was coarser than his mother's, but Yong Cheng felt like he was back to being under his mother's chest, listening to the rhythm of her breathing. He tried to stave off his tears, but they kept flowing. He tried to resume normal breathing patterns, but his breaths came in ragged gasp. Yong Cheng gave up, and felt his tears wetting the side of his face, running down his cheeks, and sinking into Sirius' fur. He half-wondered if he should get up and cry somewhere else, but the child in him wanted to stay in a warm, tight embrace, and never let go.
So he didn't.
Yong Cheng stifled his sobs against Sirius' chest, forcing air in and out of his nose, following the Warlord's breathing. Slowly, the shaking that wracked his small frame stilled to minor tremors, as he shivered in Sirius' warmth. His breathing stabilised, the same in-out-in-out pattern that the Warlord had. His eyes were still wet and teary, but liquid ceased to flow. Yong Cheng's head hurt. He cracked his eyes open a little, and shut them again. It was too bright. Too bright, and too much.
妈, Cheng wanted to say. But the fur was too rough to be his mother's, and his mother had certainly never been so big.
He didn't want to leave, Yong Cheng wanted to tell Sirius. He didn't want to get up, and he didn't want to be alone. He just wanted to stay in the comfort of an embrace, and linger, and hug himself to sleep. But he knew he couldn't. They'd have to go back to the Armada soon.
Still, though.
He was going to wait for Sirius to say the word. As long as the Warlord was quiet, Yong Cheng wasn't going to move.
""
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