[ wrap ] from ian bc i was gonna do angst but Nope cant
MEME / @atomicked / ian
a squeak escapes her, more pet than wanderer, but she knows the arms about her waist, and the chest her face is now buried into. fragile ( too fragile ) hands come up, looping as best the can around his neck and holding him close, regardless of how she must stretch on her toes to do so. she wants to ask about the urgency in his grasp, to question the lack of introduction before the embrace, but now, she figures, might not be the best of times. so she chooses, instead, to revel in the warmth of his chest pressed against hers, the solid comfort of his arms, the continuous beating of his heart, the exultant joy in the fact that in this body she could enjoy such things without unfettered responses from a certain dear sister of hers. after a moment, she hazards a glance up at his face. she isn’t certain about what she finds there, one of her hands moving to stroke gently across his cheek for some kind of answer, an answer that she longs for. but even as she waits she can luxuriate in his envelopment of her tiny frame, and the sheer comfort that his presence brings her.