[Blue's eyes close slowly once more, seemingly lulled by the gentle melody that's melded between Peter's voice and the memory's echo. it's very comforting, very cozy...and Blue can't help but succumb to a want to curl up a bit on his side ever-so-carefully.
it's not just the song, too: it's the thread of nostalgia that dangles the suggestion of that mother of Peter's - something so intrinsically baked into the fiber of this man's soul, something that fuels a lot of joy and just as much grief. it's a hard thing for a Mu to resist.
barely audible, so as to not interrupt:] It's lovely, Peter...
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it's not just the song, too: it's the thread of nostalgia that dangles the suggestion of that mother of Peter's - something so intrinsically baked into the fiber of this man's soul, something that fuels a lot of joy and just as much grief. it's a hard thing for a Mu to resist.
barely audible, so as to not interrupt:] It's lovely, Peter...