[ she huffs out a brittle breath from her cinched, waterlogged throat. yeah, she strongly suspects there's no decently edible supplies to speak of, if the rusty peels of the wall are any indication. but that's fine — she's sustained herself on first army slop better suited to farm animals. she can persevere through dirty, stale rations. ]
I wouldn't count anything out.
[ the snaking, python-esque squeeze of her arms deters him from swiveling back to gauge her expression — while nestling in the temporary den she's made of his sternum emboldens her into summoning the softer tone of those solemn words: ]
Was it true? [ her stunted pause lingers, looms uncertainly. her tongue flicks out, warring with her parched mouth. ] That you missed me.
no subject
I wouldn't count anything out.
[ the snaking, python-esque squeeze of her arms deters him from swiveling back to gauge her expression — while nestling in the temporary den she's made of his sternum emboldens her into summoning the softer tone of those solemn words: ]
Was it true? [ her stunted pause lingers, looms uncertainly. her tongue flicks out, warring with her parched mouth. ] That you missed me.