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"Thanks, Laurel," she said, dragging her gaze back to him and settling there again, with the same mixture of curiosity and concern that she had been following him through the walk. Her mouth and mind felt over-loaded with matters that she wished to speak with the coyote about, but neither of them resided in a state for such things at the time, and her heart was beginning to tap at her ribs, impatient and anxious for Ahren. So she merely lifted her hand and squeezed Laurel's arm with an air and will that was more hug-like than the casual gesture implied. A step away, and her hand slid down his arm, falling back to her own side just above his wrist while she walked to the wood shack and her ill friend.
Later, when Ahren has fallen into a uneasy, fitful slumber, she would return to Laurel and bring up one of the foremost thoughts that had hung from the back of her tongue. A couple of words, easier than she had expected after years of solitude, and she was a part of something shared again.
I am writing graffitti on your body
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
Laurel's gentle warning of Ahren slid over her like water on a duck, getting little more than a small nod while her eyes fixated on the two modest buildings. Poe was not the most logical of beings, and most definitely not one that you could deem calculating, even when it came to blatant violence. It was a miracle that the worst she'd received for her foolishness was a could of bruises and scratches so far in her life.I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
"Thanks, Laurel," she said, dragging her gaze back to him and settling there again, with the same mixture of curiosity and concern that she had been following him through the walk. Her mouth and mind felt over-loaded with matters that she wished to speak with the coyote about, but neither of them resided in a state for such things at the time, and her heart was beginning to tap at her ribs, impatient and anxious for Ahren. So she merely lifted her hand and squeezed Laurel's arm with an air and will that was more hug-like than the casual gesture implied. A step away, and her hand slid down his arm, falling back to her own side just above his wrist while she walked to the wood shack and her ill friend.
Later, when Ahren has fallen into a uneasy, fitful slumber, she would return to Laurel and bring up one of the foremost thoughts that had hung from the back of her tongue. A couple of words, easier than she had expected after years of solitude, and she was a part of something shared again.
oh, no don't close your eyes