Chase the fear away
Arc
Field Medic
09-03-2021, 10:13 PM
Arcturus seemed genuinely surprised to hear the danger she and their mom had been in. Perhaps because it was as reality breaking for him to hear how they weren't invincible as much as it had been to her to live it. He didn't say anything for a long while, both wolves quiet except for the occasional sniffle from Satira. Then, when he got the ability to move and speak again, Tira felt Arc nuzzle her neck and curl around her as if shielding her from all the dangers of the world. She liked the way he held her tight to his body, liked the way his forelegs squeezed her and made her feel safe. In her brother's arms, she felt protected from everything—he made her feel invincible again.
Arcturus' reassuring words were spoken without the snark or teasing she was used to hearing from him. He spoke with a gentle possessiveness and protectiveness in his youthful voice, vowing to never let anything bad happen to her and to stay with her always to make sure nothing could harm her. Tira sniffled, but already she could feel the tears stopping and her stuttering breathing beginning to calm. Arc's voice was like a soothing mantra amidst the turbulent sea of her emotions. He kept her calm, kept her grounded, sheltered her in the harbor of his embrace. Here, she untouchable, by giant snakes or saber cats or even the gods themselves.
Satira gradually withdrew her face from her brother's fluffy chest, leaning back enough to look into his rich sapphire eyes, her own gray-blue shining with residual tears, but also with an adoration for him. Without saying a word, Satira swallowed back the lump of emotions in her throat and leaned closer until she booped her nose against his, then left the lightest peck on his lips. It was a quiet, reverent thank you for the love and comfort he'd given her.
"I love you, Arc," she whispered softly while she tucked her head neatly beneath his chin, her words almost lost to the booms of thunder and heavy rhythm of the falling rain. They were words she seldom said, usually only under duress when it was expected of her to say she loved her sibling, but in this moment she meant it wholeheartedly. As much as he bugged the hell out of her, she really did love her brother. Arcturus was her rock, and she prayed that never changed. The little girl tried to bury herself in his warmth, feeling the beating of his heart against her cheek with how they were snuggled. She listened to it for a while, counting the beats in her head while feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath, using every little bit of him to make her nightmare little more than a distant memory.
"Satira Fatalis"
Arcturus' reassuring words were spoken without the snark or teasing she was used to hearing from him. He spoke with a gentle possessiveness and protectiveness in his youthful voice, vowing to never let anything bad happen to her and to stay with her always to make sure nothing could harm her. Tira sniffled, but already she could feel the tears stopping and her stuttering breathing beginning to calm. Arc's voice was like a soothing mantra amidst the turbulent sea of her emotions. He kept her calm, kept her grounded, sheltered her in the harbor of his embrace. Here, she untouchable, by giant snakes or saber cats or even the gods themselves.
Satira gradually withdrew her face from her brother's fluffy chest, leaning back enough to look into his rich sapphire eyes, her own gray-blue shining with residual tears, but also with an adoration for him. Without saying a word, Satira swallowed back the lump of emotions in her throat and leaned closer until she booped her nose against his, then left the lightest peck on his lips. It was a quiet, reverent thank you for the love and comfort he'd given her.
"I love you, Arc," she whispered softly while she tucked her head neatly beneath his chin, her words almost lost to the booms of thunder and heavy rhythm of the falling rain. They were words she seldom said, usually only under duress when it was expected of her to say she loved her sibling, but in this moment she meant it wholeheartedly. As much as he bugged the hell out of her, she really did love her brother. Arcturus was her rock, and she prayed that never changed. The little girl tried to bury herself in his warmth, feeling the beating of his heart against her cheek with how they were snuggled. She listened to it for a while, counting the beats in her head while feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath, using every little bit of him to make her nightmare little more than a distant memory.
