[Perhaps she shouldn’t have said it, because now that she sees the light in his eyes she doesn’t want it to disappear. Her fingers flex and settle heavy over his chest, the arrowhead necklace distinctive against her palm.]
… It was beautiful.
[Like he’s described it. In poetry, in words, in snippets of sunbeam beads and stories. Full of sand and heat but with resilient people, good food…]
There were pomegranates there.
[Not the seedlings she had carefully started growing in the garden that a certain war god occasionally put some plant magic into, but real…]
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leicesters) wrote2022-12-06 08:26 pm
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… It was beautiful.
[Like he’s described it. In poetry, in words, in snippets of sunbeam beads and stories. Full of sand and heat but with resilient people, good food…]
There were pomegranates there.
[Not the seedlings she had carefully started growing in the garden that a certain war god occasionally put some plant magic into, but real…]
And you were happy.