leaning into the gentle touch in lieu of pulling away and rejecting the softness of her hands, which he’d normally do with anyone else. brown, puppy — like eyes peer up, a slight pout on bitten lips. it’d been a dream about +
that has evie frowning and she lets her fingers slide through sandy brown hair. “need to talk about it?” she asks, shifting so she propped up on her elbow. “couple hours. you slept through all of a cinderella story.”
his mother ... about that night, and then it had cut to evie, having her soul taken from a spirit ... it felt so real. sam is visibly shaken up, brows furrowed with anxiety. “i’m okay. it’s okay.” he swallows, looking around +
word travelled quick; sam had been quick to hear about activity in the area and had felt compelled to investigate. he’d had no luck up until now, hope bubbled to the surface once more. slender fingers manipulated white gauze, +
down on the wound in a particularly harsh way, mumbling an apology seconds later.
“i’m just ... exploring.” sam swallowed, replacing the blood — soaked gauze with a thick bandage in lieu of attempting to prevent further bleeding. +
waking up from an unintentional nap — must have fallen asleep while looking through his journal. brows pinch together, features softening upon seeing her face. “bad dream.” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. +
silence fills his vocabulary, eyes soft and comforting — sam does not know which areas are sensitive topics and does not want to trigger any unwanted feelings, so he simply takes a bite of his own chocolate. +
ᅟᅟsad is a huge word. it’s more like .. nostalgia. something completely normal lately. fingers clenched slightly, nodding in gratitude. “ thanks. ” what could be better for lifting your spirits than chocolate ?