with her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean
she's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
His thoughts take to her like a blade, carving wounds in her chest and exposing the soft, red pulp beneath. She is certain if not for those long curved rib bones holding everything in place, she would’ve been hollowed out. There’s no easy way to tell him this is just a dream, just temporary, that she is still trapped someplace far from him where he has no way of reaching her. So she just claims him with kisses, pulls him down beside her in the crook of her belly with a long, feathered leg over his ribs to hold him close.
But his thoughts make her wonder as much as they break her, those little ones about Ruan and his wild, how he sometimes frightened their boy. Those gem-bright eyes lift to find him in the hazy dark, searching his gaze, his face, his body for anything that might give away the tension her boy is hinting at in his thoughts. But Ruan’s mind is the only place she finds anything amiss, finds that there is too much magic trapped inside him, more ice than anything else.
Let us go for a run when they’re asleep, Ruan.
She is so distracted by the boy in her arms that she doesn’t even realize the soft, almost concerned way she had thought that at her wolf companion. Or is trying to ignore it, at least. Not look this particular beast in the eye just yet.
Her tongue sweeps across Rian’s neck, over his ears and his face, her leg keeping him pinned down beside her in case he decides to get fussy with this impromptu bathtime. Even when she feels Ruan appear beside her, leans into the pressure of his shoulder against hers, she only looks up at him for a second to lick his muzzle, notice the girl beside him. But without Bright’s intervention, it is only a mimicry of Polaris, only a replica since the male wolf has no magic in this way. She hesitates a beat, flicks her gaze to his face, and then pulls his girl from her dreams to that body he had made her. “I always look well.” Murmured, smug.
The only sign anything had changed is the soft stirring of the girl beside him, nuzzling closer to the sudden warmth of his thick wolf pelt.
She returns her attention to Rian, nuzzling his neck with a soft murmur and a song humming in her chest. Something nameless and wordless, a quiet melody meant to soothe him back to sleep so that he didn’t wake up so exhausted in the morning. But Ruan’s murmured question makes her prickle, and she steals them before they can reach their little boys ears and worry him. Not aloud, Ruan. I don’t want to ruin this time together for him until I absolutely have to. Her head had whipped around to him, eyes digging into his face. But her whole expression softens with an unspoken pain, an ache in her chest at being reminded that this is only temporary, only for now. She looks away, looks down at her boy again. Soon, I hope, if Woolf can do what needs to be done.
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