† Kyra κρήνη †

Thank you, for wrapping this scarf around me...

In the middle of a fanfic and this shit happens

Tongari,“ he said, at last. “Just what are you hoping to accomplish?”

Vash pressed his forehead into his knees. His eyes felt hot, stinging. He had never voiced the longing out loud. He had barely allowed himself to think it. But it had grown in him, like a seed in the darkness, quietly sending out roots, until now, just now, one pale tendril cracked the surface and came into the light.

“I want to bring you back,” Vash said. “I want to try, and if I can’t do it… I’ll let you go.”

Silence, at the edge of the orchard. Even the bees seemed to pause in their labors.

“Vash.” Wolfwood’s voice was thick with some uncertain emotion.

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