brush and brush and brush my hair

She felt like sometimes all Chimera did was work, making her life better and more comfortable with everyday they lived on that island. Her name was on his pale lips as she appeared through the underbrush. Her brother swiftly closed the distance between them and kissed her forehead. She wasn’t certain when he’d become so much more affectionate but she enjoyed the tender moments. They brought her closer to him. She didn’t need presents or waited on, all she wanted was him to rely on when she needed help.

Siren did really like the presents though. Even if she vowed to never leave him, the gifts and affections he poured over her were enough to keep the girl happy. After such a difficult life she didn’t mind being spoiled. Of course, she was appreciative too. She never asked Chimera to break his back for her. She was still thankful with every gesture he gave.

The girl tilted her head curiously as Chimera spoke, her expression bright and curious as he urged her forward. Siren blinked back the emotions that threatened to well up as she approached the unconventional bed. It looked like a bed for a queen, and here she was a discarded cur. ”Chimera,” she could barely say her name she felt so in awe. No one besides Chimera tried to make her feel special like this, and she couldn’t help her rin as she peered back at him.

He went on, carefully tearing at the brittle wall until the tiny original den was fully combined with Chi’s much better work. Siren gaped like a little fish, she didn’t know what to say or do. Stunted from the beginning she struggled with her emotions. In that moment all she could do was throw herself at Chimera’s chest and hug him tightly. "I love it." She muttered into his fur as she tried not to cry.