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Cashmere ([personal profile] 64th) wrote 2016-09-03 02:27 am (UTC)

[ she'd like to bury her face in the crook of his neck but she's afraid of hurting Gloss more. instead she returns the tight hug, head resting against his chest. holding him takes the edge off her anxiety but it's still an ache in her chest. ]

Okay. Yeah. Good idea. [ there's no reason to fake anything around her brother, so she doesn't try. she breaks from the embrace to usher him inside, carefully locking the door behind them. it's straight to the couch so he can sit and she can fuss over him. the fussing starts immediately: pillows, a blanket, and then as soon as she settles she pops up again to get him a glass of water. just in case.

her mini-whirlwind over for now, Cashmere returns to the spot next to him and grabs his hand. she laces their fingers together, just one more reassurance that he's back. her gaze doesn't leave him. ]


We don't win, do we? [ they hadn't planned to. the opposite, actually, with a particularly wound up Cashmere swearing between tears that if something happened to him that she'd find a way to lose. ]

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