the curse

Hearing the words echoed by his deep voice caused her heart to skip a beat. The weight wasn’t lost on her. Twig’s caramel ears slid to her skull humbly as he reassured her twice over. She closed her eyes tight and aimed to hug him tight. The weight of the world seemed to be on her shoulders, but Corvus offered to help her hold it. ”No matter what.” Twig promised in return, determined to keep her word and hold him up as he did for her. She didn’t know her heart could live in her throat and exaggerated in her veins.

Corvus read her better than she did herself as he softly suggested a rest. Autumn wouldn’t do Beat and Pitch any good exhausted. A soft sigh fell from pale lips in defeat, she was doing nothing here but shedding tears and feeling sorry for herself. Her belly butterflies swarmed as Corvus said We, the Memoire girl suppressed a wave of nerves that washed over her. However many conflicting emotions warred in her Corvus gave her hope that was difficult to cultivate.

”We should,” the corners of her lips pulled back into a soft smile as she agreed with him softly. Maybe the future ahead of them would be difficult, but Corvus would be there to help her through and she would be there for him. Twig leaned against him again, suddenly wanting nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms.