Hushed Willows Even if it makes me blind, I just wanna see the light

“Shh, shh, shh, all will be well, Reverie. Whatever happens, all will be well.” Reina snuggled in closer as the her friend caved into herself, becoming a pillar, a rock, for the golden girl to lean on. With every beat of her heart, it wept for the girl, knowing the heartache she may be feeling. The loss, though anticipatory as it was.

There was something stirring the pack, what it was she couldn’t discern, but it all felt strange, overwhelming. The stress of a leader dropping their post may be the culprit, or maybe it was just Life. Life could be trying to play tricks on her pack, like it had throughout hers. It made her anxious, but she couldn’t dwell on that now, not when Reverie was here, in her arms, weeping.

No—the red woman was here for her, and always will be.

As Reverie’s well dried, Reina nosed her cheeks, helping to dry them. It couldn’t be helped, being this close, that blue orbs gazed into liquid gold, and the heartbeat of the former quickened, cheeks beginning to redden softly. The red’s eyes snapped closed, a cough to cover the way she turned away quickly.

“Ahem, sorry. Got a little phlegmy…” she chuckled, deep down internally cringing. Sun and moon, she cursed to herself, can we not do this right now, heart and brain?

Of course, though, the organs did not answer with words, but the heart fluttered and her brain agreed. She loved Reverie. Not a good time for realization, and nothing she would press, this was too much of a vulnerable time for the guilded lady. And, it would honestly be a stupid move on her part.