“Right now I’d rather hear an actual siren-maybe then the notes wouldn’t be so off-key.”
pffffft. THESE TWO. *cuddles them forever*
She continued her soft humming, fingers combing gently through the thick, black curls. He was looking down at his mangled wrist, where Peter’s dagger had sliced through the tendons and between the tiny bones. The skin was smooth and slick where Smee had applied the hot brand to cauterize the wound, to seal off the severed arteries and veins and save his life. There was a crescent-shaped mark still where the sharp edge of the belt buckle from the makeshift tourniquet had bitten into the flesh. On bad nights he could feel it still-the ghostly hand flexing at the end of his arm.
OW
Wendy leaned closer and pressed her lips to his neck, hands squeezing his shoulders. She didn’t speak-she didn’t need to. James had always been a physical person, more comforted by touch than words. And anyway, he already knew everything she could say. He twisted to put his whole arm around her. “Aye, lass,” he murmured
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pffffft. THESE TWO. *cuddles them forever*
She continued her soft humming, fingers combing gently through the thick, black curls. He was looking down at his mangled wrist, where Peter’s dagger had sliced through the tendons and between the tiny bones. The skin was smooth and slick where Smee had applied the hot brand to cauterize the wound, to seal off the severed arteries and veins and save his life. There was a crescent-shaped mark still where the sharp edge of the belt buckle from the makeshift tourniquet had bitten into the flesh. On bad nights he could feel it still-the ghostly hand flexing at the end of his arm.
OW
Wendy leaned closer and pressed her lips to his neck, hands squeezing his shoulders. She didn’t speak-she didn’t need to. James had always been a physical person, more comforted by touch than words. And anyway, he already knew everything she could say. He twisted to put his whole arm around her. “Aye, lass,” he murmured ( ... )
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