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the way her jaw aches
with hope . it inspires her ,
to stare at what is and
what could be and still
believe in something .
[ * 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 ,
𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 ﹖ ]
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ㅤ“ how long has she been part of your family .ᐣ ”
she asked while following instruction , placing her hand gentle on cleopatra , fingers gently brushing.
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⠀⠀❛ No. She's very clever, dear;
⠀⠀⠀she knows the difference
⠀⠀⠀between food and a caress. ❜
⠀Subconsciously, she laid a gentle hand over Rue's lower back in reassurance as she reached her own hand out to stroke along Cleopatra's head.
⠀⠀❛ Just like this. ❜
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ㅤrue joined next to morticia , not sure how to approach but her hand slowly reach out─ like someone would do before they pet a dog.
“ how can she tell someone wants to pet her .ᐣ does she not mistake fingers for food .ᐣ ”
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her gaze followed morticia’s retreating figure , soft and uncertain , the flickering fire painting gold across her pale face. the weight of the black blanket felt heavier than it looked— comforting , yes , but threaded with a strange ache she couldn’t quite name.
she →
her heart aching as she began to brew the tea.
⠀What an awful situation they had both been put into. Everything in her body screamed to scoop the adolescent up into her arms, stroke her hair ans soothe her, but—
⠀She wasn't a child, and Morticia wasn't really her mother.
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cough. she winced , breath hitching before she found her voice again , quieter now. “ I don’t think I’ve ever been taken care of quite like this. it feels— ” she hesitated , fumbling for a word she was too shy to say aloud. “ —safe. ”
her eyes lifted toward the doorway , →
words , delicate but persistent. she let morticia settle her near the fire , the warmth already easing the chill in her bones.
“ tea sounds … wonderful. ”ㅤ
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a faint , embarrassed smile tugged at her lips despite the shiver running through her frame
“ you’re too kind .. mrs. addams … ” she murmured , voice rasped and small. “ i didn’t mean to trouble you─ i thought maybe some air would help , but … ”
a cough interrupted her →
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⠀Morticia was already ushering the young Weems inside, motherly love barely contained in the face of the sick child.
⠀⠀❛ You don't sound well at all,
⠀⠀⠀dear. Come in, sit by the fire,
⠀⠀⠀and I'll make you some tea.
⠀⠀⠀Are you hungry? ❜
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ㅤthis all sounds really nice , cosy ... she could stay a little─ she doesn't want her roommate to be sick.
s̵h̵e̵ w̵o̵u̵l̵d̵ l̵o̵v̵e̵ a̵l̵l̵ t̵h̵r̵e̵e̵ ..͟.
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⠀Don't be ridiculous— she should come in, sit by the warm fire, and allow Morticia to—
m̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ h̶e̶r̶
l̶o̶v̶e̶ o̶n̶ h̶e̶r̶
l̶o̶o̶k̶ a̶f̶t̶e̶r̶ h̶e̶r̶
⠀—wrap her in a blanket and bring her some tea.
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