✕. bruised-remnants
“It’s nice being outside sometimes,” He begins with a shrug. “gets too stuffy down there.” Muscles relax, and his body slouches over again. Calloused fingers are drawn to his head as he glides them through golden locks. He’s certain there’s gray in there now with the way life had been treating him. The duties of being a leader, keeping everyone in line, and not only keeping himself alive but his people too. Her presence just reminds him of the small pleasures. He’s appreciative of being able to speak to her in such a private environment. Even if all she’s going to do is toss jabs at him. “Why aren’t you down there?”
‘ So open a window. ‘ there’s playful tones dancing between her every syllable. he was much older than her. ten years, come his next birthday. maturity graced him, and there was a certain seriousness floating permanently like a grey cloud over his demeanor. watching him sometimes drove her mad in the way that he didn’t often smile, and that was understandable. the world they lived in didn’t allow for such treasures. still, she was here establishing her presence over his alienation. he needed a reminder that he shouldn’t let these monsters take away what made life so precious. she’d show him that it’s okay to live. ‘ because i like it better up here. ‘ she replies; the same playfulness lingering, but the curve of her smile absent entirely. ‘ —gets too stuffy down there. ‘
