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⠀⠀ ۫ ⠀ …⠀⠀ i ⠀ feel ⠀ the ⠀ familiar ⠀ pull; ⠀ i ⠀ am ⠀ drawn, ⠀ icarus ⠀ to ⠀ his ⠀ sun ⠀╱ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ i ⠀ have ⠀ been ⠀ burned ⠀ already, ⠀ and ⠀ yet ⠀ here ⠀ i ⠀ am ⠀ again.⠀ ⠀⠀ׄ ۪
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" you better. i don't want to be picking any more splinters out of your hand. "
a pout forming, thinking of when she was helping him clean up his hand after he let it loss on a tree. that poor tree...
eyes gazing down to the druid , eyes meeting her own , a soft nod could be seen .
ʻ then you are stuck with me .. and i promise to use my training dummy , not the trees. ʼ
he gave a soft chuckle , his thumb easily rubbing at her hip .
ʻ good . because i won't be going anywhere ever again . ʼ
he exhaled lowly with his features laying behind her own on that bed roll .
ʻ i .. was still surprised to see you . i love that you are here . ʼ
" i wouldn't imagine of leaving. "
it had been such a blessing for her to have someone like him around. with all the scary things going on, she wouldn't survive of her own.