seven sentence sunday
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once again I've written almost nothing this week bc work is trying to kill me but everyone has been sharing such wonderful stuff so here's seven sentences from a Robert PTSD fic
But when he dreams about him, Seb never looks like the kid in the pictures. Sometimes he looks like the baby that Robert remembers. He dreams of watching Aaron rock him to sleep, the way he used those strong hands, calloused from violence and manual labour to gently cradle Seb, smooth his eyebrows with his thumbs and keep him safe. Other times he looks like Vic, how she was when he left her the first time. The little girl with their mum’s smile who used to look at him like he hung the moon. Once he dreamt that Seb looked like Aaron. Not his Aaron, all surly and going grey, but the little boy in the photo which sits on the mantle in the Woolpack. Gap teeth and spiky hair and big sad eyes that had already seen more pain and darkness than most people do in their whole lives.
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