Duck Lake montefitu

twitch doesn’t answer—not with words, at least. just shifts minutely, weight sinking into him like she’s meant to be there.

her breath evens out, slow, steady, matching his own. the world hums soft around them, a slow-progressing melody, and the lake stretching endless, the herd still lingering somewhere in the distance.

it’s warm. it’s good.

her eyes slip shut, and in the arms of another, sleep takes her quick.

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