His words soothe, if not entirely ease, her pain, and she is grateful for the kindness he shows in extending it to her. Her eyes close for a moment and the edges of her lips curl just a little, something like relief washing over her features. “That’s good to hear,” she murmurs, wings taking on the color of damp earth, the color of rain-soaked forest, something between the colors of blue and green and brown. They fluff by her side and then settle again, her hazel eyes opening to study the solemn lines of his handsome face.
“It is good to know that there are those who believe in redemption.”
For but a second, her thoughts turned toward Dovev and the hurricane-mess of their lives, the absolute and utter destruction they’d wrought on those near to them, but she turns from it as quickly as it appears. She could not focus on it for it was like looking into the sun, its very existence searing the back of her eyes until she whimpered and gave in. It was easier, in this moment, (the two of them barricaded together against the storm, shielded from the rest of the world), to think that such problems didn’t exist.
“I like when you talk,” she finally offered with a shy smile, looking up at him through her lashes, just the barest hint of teasing in her expression. “I think you should do it more often.” Her wings shifted again, back to the rich copper of his coat, but she remains quiet. She had wonder if she would be able to draw out more words from him or if he was like a bird that flew away the second that you made eye contact.
There was only one way to find out though and so she glanced up fully, waiting for his reaction.
“It is good to know that there are those who believe in redemption.”
For but a second, her thoughts turned toward Dovev and the hurricane-mess of their lives, the absolute and utter destruction they’d wrought on those near to them, but she turns from it as quickly as it appears. She could not focus on it for it was like looking into the sun, its very existence searing the back of her eyes until she whimpered and gave in. It was easier, in this moment, (the two of them barricaded together against the storm, shielded from the rest of the world), to think that such problems didn’t exist.
“I like when you talk,” she finally offered with a shy smile, looking up at him through her lashes, just the barest hint of teasing in her expression. “I think you should do it more often.” Her wings shifted again, back to the rich copper of his coat, but she remains quiet. She had wonder if she would be able to draw out more words from him or if he was like a bird that flew away the second that you made eye contact.
There was only one way to find out though and so she glanced up fully, waiting for his reaction.
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