The Bracken Woods oh, black lung, you're back

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"g'night."
colt was a man who did not sleep heavy, and yet his slumber next to her was sound. in many ways it was the only extension of his touch-starved nature that was apparent. his general demeanour did not invite it.
and so his sleep would be black and soft and velveteen, his arm tightening around her in the darkness and ears flickering at each change in her breath, each swoop of owlwing, each thing that went bump in the night.
perhaps including colt briggs after all.