Phoenix Maplewood pieces of eight

he moved in close.
she craved that, always, from anywhere and everywhere; and lately he'd been careful with his attention, maybe because sadey's eyes were always present. they were alone now, and he pressed his luck by touching her.
his promise meant everything.
she didn't move, afraid to disrupt the moment. did she love him? no, she didn't think so. but he had kept her alive, and he was the closest thing to a father or a brother, or anything like that, indra could imagine.
stuck with me.
she tried to stop herself from feeling too happy in that moment, and was betrayed by the flexing of her tail-tip. n'you with me, even if i gotta haint your ass. she jested carefully.