You can be the pill to ease the pain ||
FT. @breakmedcwn
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He does not remember a day where she was not by his side. Growing up in a divided home, siblings taken apart from such a young age, mother marrying some other to secure their well being. He had been two at the time, when a new sibling came along, little bright eyed, fair haired babe. At the time, he did not comprehend how close they would become, how he would need her so badly. He walked first, but she followed right along, he talked, not much, but he learned, and she? well she nattered enough for the both of them, they bathed together, still do, he taught her to read, she taught him to laugh. Nights will come and she would find a way to sneak into his room, he would read to her, hold her close, and keep her safe, they would do everything together, each and every day for the last sixteen years. For as long as he can remember, Bridget has been his companion, when siblings went away and parents decided he should be homeschooled, all they had was one another. He used to spend his time reading, ‘til she would come along and haul him outside, they would find a way to amuse themselves, swimming, laughing, running around free. They didn’t get guidance of rights and wrongs but what they found amongst books, it was then that his sibling had found one in particular that had her inquiring about differences between them, she prodded about sensations and feelings he knew naught about.
It changed from then, she would want him to hold her closer, tighter. He will do so, kiss her head, eyelids and cheeks, whispered affectionate words ‘til she would fall asleep. It was not ‘til fourteen that her lips touched his, Olived had been stunned, but did not think much of it, they were always fond of one another, so he smiled, and held her close, talked about things and spend the day figuring out ways to annoy father whenever he was home. A kiss on the lips became habitual, finding themselves alone, they would pucker brims, innocently, but still, something always seem to ground in his belly, yet he ignored it. It was not ‘til she turns sixteen that he finds her in his bed as he wakes up, white sheets aside while she sits by his side, but it is her skin that makes her seem eerie, as if she were a dream, moonlight bathing her figure, bare and radiant, long fair tresses down to her waist, verdant hues gazing at him somewhat differently. “Hey... why are you awake? are you ill? do you want me to get you something?”. Sleepy of him ask, not unfamiliar with her nakedness since they are used to one another. “Bridget? is something wrong?”.