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tension symbols ,, accepting
,, your muse picks mine up & carries them over their shoulder
it’s not every day that he gets up close and personal with people, but it’s also not every day that he meets a half sibling, either. not that he’s usually inclined to instantly make friends an be comfortable with someone merely because they share a blood relation - on the contrary - but lily is but a teenager, small and vulnerable, and he’d taken to her like to a flower incapable of growth, ready and willing to make sure she could become someone proud and strong.
so if he’s less abrasive with her than he is with most people, he’ll blame it on the sibling bond, though it’s got more to do with the fact that he was raised right, and no matter how coarse he’s grown to be over the years, he’ll never show that sight of him to someone it could scare. it’s like an instant urge to take care of people smaller than him and some days he hates it with a passion, but most of the time it’s just a part of who he is.
today it is, but that doesn’t stop him from making a face of absolute shock at lily’s playful comment on is blond hair and then closing the distance between them, picking her up like she weighs next to nothing - because she really hardly does - and throwing her over his shoulder. he walks her through the park like that, swinging her this way and that a little for the extra experience.
“that’ll teach you to insult me,” he says, like she’s just said the worst thing, rather than just mention that she think she’d like him better with the pink hair he told her he used to have than the blond he’s got now.

















