we'll be fine

He wasn’t entirely certain when she stopped fighting him. They were wrestling, and he was trying to throw her to the ground, and then she was in his arms, staring up at him. His own gaze caught on the blue of her own. So much warmer than his own, so much depth to them. Looking into his eyes as through they saw so much more of his soul then he wished to reveal.

And then the moment passed, and she was pushing against him. He wasn’t expecting it, so she would have managed it easy enough if she had pushed just a little harder. Instead, she conceded the fight to him, draping dramatically in his arms. He had to work to balance her sudden dead weight, and he realised her little tongue was peeking out of the corner. He looked down at the girl in his arms, and mischief or… something else, compelled him. “Oh, my Wren! Dear Wren! She’s dead” he wailed. “I have heard… I have heard a kiss can bring back the dead” he said out loud. ”But do I dare?” he continued, looking down at her for any reaction.


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