Duskfire Glacier Ω Holding onto you while you drag me through stormy weather,

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his breath comes heavy through his nose, slow and hot, and though the tremble in her voice guts him, it is the way she curls in on herself that breaks him open. she looks smaller than she ever has. but she is not small. they made her small. they tried to. he will not let them finish what they started.

i know.

he shifts closer, slow, and gives her his warmth generously. black head lowering beside hers until they are pressed together, brow to brow, cheek to cheek. she hides, but he follows; blackfell will not not let her disappear beneath her own paws.

he has not seen her in so long. let him see her. let him. and he will not forget her face again.

his paws move to mold around her smaller, gentle and warm. let me carry your pain.

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