Flycatcher Downs if i ever leave, i could learn to miss you

maybe he would’ve given in to the urge of his lips to quirk upwards if it’d been easier between them, to actually wear a smile again after what’s felt like so long—but alamar is content to resist for now, and allows neutrality to mask him again as he goes about delivering the rest of the weasel to jaime, who remains oddly quiet and going with the flow of things. there isn’t any lip back, and alamar almost misses the bicker.
drawing away from jaime, alamar reclines to a colder patch, feeling the exhaustion settling in his bones again—he’d been dozing for a reason earlier. restful slumber continues to elude him, yet he doubts he’ll get much even now with the boy injured.