his words summon a groan to bubble forth from throat's depths, slight marring of her features as brows furrow and lips curve downwards. there's an unfortunate truth held in what dante speaks so silken into the hunter's ear; it is marked by the dark circles under her eyes, in the fatigue that coils around rema's frame serpentine to where she could very well collapse at any given moment ... and yet she does not. somehow. whether it be through stubbornness or something else only known to her. whatever it is, however, seems to melt away the further he pulls her to his embrace. a welcomed warmth, a much needed solace from the horrors lurking around every corner.
" i know ... i hate it when you're right. " she murmurs while crown of pink-tinged alabaster gossamer nuzzles further into his chest, honing in and listening to every ba-thump, ba-thump his heart makes akin to a sweetly hummed lullaby calling her name. " i can't rest long, though — there's still things i have to do today. "
@killerhubby ❘❘❘❘ ↪ cont. from ˙˙˙ here.