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♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

           Ellis remembers forts, remembers taking pillows and couch cushions, grabbing blankets and mattresses -- hell even the drapes were fair game when he was younger, and arranging them to resemble a fort or a castle, taped sign stating ' no sons o' bitches allowed ' until his mother ( or god forbid Keith's mother ) saw and grounded them for using that kind of language at their age. Still, it had been a nice way to wait out storms, a story-teller's abode when the power went out to share tales in 'secret' of dragon's they'd slay and mountains they'd conquer.

           And really, he hasn't a clue what spurred on the sudden need for familiarity, the burst of nostalgia, but when he begins to gather the materials needed not a soul in the safehouse attempts to stop him. They don't help either, not until he's nearly done and is struggling to get a blanket in just the right position, when delicate hands come to assist him and the both of them ignore the noise Nick makes behind them, the way Coach laughs and shakes his head.

                                            ( Let them be children, the room seems to whisper, let them breathe a little. )

           They tape a sign on the dull blue sheet, half-dead sharpie spelling out ' no nicks allowed ' and it makes them both giggle, well aware that the conman wouldn't have wanted to come into their abode as they settle into the cushions and covers. Somewhere along the line Ellis' hat winds up on Ro's head and the shadow puppets they were making ( that somewhere merged simply into shadows of Ellis' general hand motions, stories flying off his tongue and this night, someone listened ) come to a standstill. Snoring, quiet and gentle fills the tiny, blanketed hut instead of whispered chatter and when the eldest of their group peeks inside to turn off their light -- saving that kind of energy is important out here -- he says nothing about the way siblings, in all but blood, have curled into one another in a slumber that is peaceful for the first time in ages.