iiiii don’t think i like this ficlet i wrote too much but there are salvageable parts to it!! so i guess i’ll just post those parts haha
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“I’ll teach you,” he says. He holds out his hand. There’s something strange about his face, the soft tinge to his smile.
“Is it safe?”
Mihael smirks, then, and Nate’s thoughts scatter in a gust of wind and thereitises. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
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They start out slow, one foot out in front of the other. Baby steps and one-two-sliding-steps. Mihael doesn’t let go of his hands. Nate focuses all of his energy on not falling.
Inverted-v, then parallel, and so it goes.
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Snowflakes fall to the ground in perfect fractals, and speckle Mello’s eyelashes with white as he slows to a stop. Near brushes his hand against the scar that runs over Mello’s eye and high cheekbone. Thereitises cross his mind again, quieter this time.
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a/n: idk maybe i’ll feel differently about it later,,, i’d told myself that i would post it on the first day of winter back when i first wrote it, but now that day is here and,,,, lol. i don’t like it anymore lmao. i’m just gonna slip this in the writing tag, bc i do genuinely like these bits.
