The Tangle when you grow older and all those boys grow tired of you

maybe its too much -- furi's protective of her spaces, blix knows that. she's opened her mouth to take it back (haha just an idea no presh we can find somewhere else) but mallaidh beats her to the punch, not rejecting but agreeing. "oh," blix says, the air escaping her in a sigh as she receives her cheek kiss, "y-yeah." she can recognize now that it's a big deal, mallaidh agreeing to share somewhere so important; she wishes she'd asked in a smoother way, but all that matter is that approval in the end.

blix is floating on cloud nine, warm and happy and easy to persuade to follow. the den mallaidh leads her to looks cozy, perfectly hidden in the heart of the tangle, and instantly stamped into her heart as home. whatever lingering annoyance at the tangle she feels is gone in the face of furi disappearing inside the mossy entrance. she follows, eager to press close as she's allowed, her voice oddly quiet as she says, "thank you." 

after a moment she adds, "i could stay like this forever," because she can't help but feel a little sappy basically all of the time she's around mallaidh.