[ she can't make him drink even if she may want to, even if it may be good for him to. she's mended clothes and bodies, stitched each of her friends back together in some way, but even her magic has limits—there's only so much she can do if they refuse. the best she can is to show them that there's another path, to let them know that they're safe.
her skin pebbles with gooseflesh in his grasp, fingers twitching briefly at the feel of his warm breath ghosting across her skin. she almost shivers despite being far from cold, and an incriminating blush stains her cheeks, suddenly glad that his eyes are closed again. ]
I try my best to, [ she says quietly, like a confession. his grip loosens but her hand remains where it is, the pad of her thumb resting against the corner of his mouth. ] But I don't always get it right.
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her skin pebbles with gooseflesh in his grasp, fingers twitching briefly at the feel of his warm breath ghosting across her skin. she almost shivers despite being far from cold, and an incriminating blush stains her cheeks, suddenly glad that his eyes are closed again. ]
I try my best to, [ she says quietly, like a confession. his grip loosens but her hand remains where it is, the pad of her thumb resting against the corner of his mouth. ] But I don't always get it right.