Ain't no title dramatic enough for this shit

When Crux folded them both down to the ground, she would have squeaked in surprise if she could. She'd been just about dozing, and the sudden change caught her by surprise. But she let him  bring her down, and was covered by his warm coat. This felt a lot more intimate than leaning into him, and she could feel her heart rate start to pick up. She became more aware of him, and her tongue on her coat.


She wasn't sure what she wanted to say, but she found herself regretting her inability to speak. She cleared her throat a few times, trying to fix whatever was going on with her. Instead, the pressure through her throat hurt, and forced her to swallow. That hurt too. She pressed her nose into Cruxs coat, frustration bubbling up inside of her. How did mute people get through life? This would heal, right…?