Characters: Signless and Psiioniic
Location: Island Campground for Trolls Hiding from the Grand Highblood
Time: Night
Style: painfully bromantic
Status: Closed
Clouds. Clouds, and blue sky behind them, rays of sunlight arcing through their puffy undersides. Figures, dancing in those clouds, the visions slowly coming together and then breaking apart, like oil across the surface of water, or rainbows shimmering in misty rain. Figures, and voices, and joy, etching all the way across the sky, to everywhere the neverending light touches.
Miracles.
Signless shifts, moving one arm and curling it around the form beside him, nuzzling his face into warm, yielding flesh. He makes a scratchy, throaty purring sound, and squeezes a little tighter.
It feels like he's been sleeping for a week. Five more minutes won't hurt. |
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