11/10/2025, 5:22 PM
the girl sidles up to him, near enough that their shoulders brush—it is instinct, a demand for closeness in her vulnerability. his body is burning hot, and with the slightest touch, she is, too. the grass whispers against her ribs as she follows, narrow frame catching bits of burr and seed.
for all her indifference, there was something alive in the way she moves now—a thin line of focus tightening at her jaw, breath slow, eyes cutting from shadow to shadow. survival was a rhythm her body would always remember even when her heart didn’t; it was her only instinct, now.
he speaks as if she is not already a woman grown—if only technically speaking. regardless, she says nothing in response. it was not the process she struggled with, but the execution of it all.
a soft rustle ahead caught her ear. she froze, muscles gone tight beneath her coat. through the split in the thicket stood a doe, head bowed to graze, tail flicking lazily at flies. twitch’s breath hitched. the scent of her—warm, alive, oblivious—carried faint on the wind. she nudges him for attention and points with her nose—
for all her indifference, there was something alive in the way she moves now—a thin line of focus tightening at her jaw, breath slow, eyes cutting from shadow to shadow. survival was a rhythm her body would always remember even when her heart didn’t; it was her only instinct, now.
he speaks as if she is not already a woman grown—if only technically speaking. regardless, she says nothing in response. it was not the process she struggled with, but the execution of it all.
a soft rustle ahead caught her ear. she froze, muscles gone tight beneath her coat. through the split in the thicket stood a doe, head bowed to graze, tail flicking lazily at flies. twitch’s breath hitched. the scent of her—warm, alive, oblivious—carried faint on the wind. she nudges him for attention and points with her nose—
there.
I am SO SORRY this is so late :’) I cleared my pms on accident and missed this one