[ it is such a privilege to know someone so well that you hardly need words to communicate. touch and song alone are enough to soothe him, her fingernails drawing against his scalp, scratching gently, her free hand dropping to his back to slide her palm in slow, warm circles between his shoulder blades, and down the length of his spine. and all the while she sings softly, her eyes closed and her mind comfortably fuzzy
he begins to ease beneath her touch, she can feel the tension slowly easing away, his quick breaths and soft whimpers growing quiet, until there is nothing but the two of them tucked away in their own little corner of the world, safe and warm and calm. reality, not a dream, but firm land beneath them, the distant drone of nighttime insects, and companionship. no pain. no loneliness. only them.
still only half awake, alisaie's song begins to lower to a simple, lazy hum into his hair. ]
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he begins to ease beneath her touch, she can feel the tension slowly easing away, his quick breaths and soft whimpers growing quiet, until there is nothing but the two of them tucked away in their own little corner of the world, safe and warm and calm. reality, not a dream, but firm land beneath them, the distant drone of nighttime insects, and companionship. no pain. no loneliness. only them.
still only half awake, alisaie's song begins to lower to a simple, lazy hum into his hair. ]