cole appeared behind her like a whisper. quiet, a hesitant arm outstretched as shaky fingers dared make contact with her shoulder --- but, no, he brought it back. “ please don’t be afraid... ” the forgotten boy softly called over her shoulder as peering eyes observed the edge of her face. there would be no easy way to approach this, he thought. he was human... or at least he appeared to be. and she was weary of humans. not entirely, but enough. because they caused the hurt. he didn’t want to, too.

“ you were taken by a them, not a me... and-and a me is different---a me wants to help. the them didn’t care they were ripping you from your parents’ arms. and they told you to run because there was nothing else they could do. it was the only way to save you. i am sorry they had to die. ” nimble fingers lightly squirming, hands went into hands as cole tilted his hat to shield his eyes. briefly, he looked down at his own fumbling. sensitive subject, perhaps.

“ but then you were ready to die, too... before keeper deshanna found you, but it’s okay. you were scared. and alone. and a child. a child who wanted her parents, not her mother’s bow. but that was all you had. so you held it, clutched to your chest like her hand as you listened to the storyteller speak of andruil the huntress around the campfire. you still do. but they are holding your hand. they have been the entire time. now you protect yours as they do you and no matter what happens they are proud of you. ”

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[ rest ] : your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder/s

          lèonie’s eyes widened briefly; hazel hues shot over to her sister and she stared--when she wasn’t looking--before quickly looking forward, as she was. why so casual?! she felt honored! was there a reason she shouldn’t be? she didn’t recognize any domination, if there was to be any, only that val was actually touching her. was she drunk? the petite brunette attempted to hide her giddiness, not wanting to scare her clan member off... but, of course, that didn’t last. hazel hues crept over to ‘vanna... and the moment she caught her eye, lè immediately began to grin wildly. 

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          light blues flickered down to her lips then. a kiss — oh, the pure, raw power it contained. in the fade, activity was often high and the veil was often thin where lovers once kissed… for the first time, no less. the spirit didn’t glance around to see if anyone was watching them, rather, cloaked the both of them. they were safe. gone. he tried to remember the way the others wanted to be kissed… because he couldn’t hear how she wanted to be. was he her first? this was for him, though. or… them, maybe. probably. blues looked back up to search her green before slowly, cautiously, leaning in and closing his eyes. he was respectful; careful; left the decisions to her, but–as she wished–he gently pressed his lips against hers. cole subtly asked permission for more, however, in such a way, with his bottom lip, but waited patiently for an answer.

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[ calm ] : your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ’

          they weren’t doing it right. yavanna was having a panic attack and all the healers were doing was using magic. compassion was actually getting frustrated at the sight --- and though he knew the healers, her clan member, meant well, he just believed there was a better way to handle the situation. they wouldn’t let him get close, though. out of fear, he guessed. last time he tried, they removed him by force--she was gasping for air, after all--but he got a little forceful, himself, this time; pushed his way through, fearing for her life now. the spirit ghosted from there to the empty spot before her and took her by the shoulders to get her attention, deciding against cloaking the two as more eyes would actually help. the healers were too afraid of him now to interfere, anyway. cole leaned forward and expelled a soft, “ shh... ” by her ear before placing a cold hand against her forehead. “ just breathe. ” he whispered, trying to find her eyes.

[ comfort ] : your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug

          he’d gotten better. a spirit of the fade wasn’t used to or really cared much for the physical world --- but since meeting yavanna, well... all she seemed to want to do was touch him. he was patient; got used to it. now it was becoming just another thing. one of the things he liked about her touch was she was soft. always. for him, he assumed. sweet. the spirit just saw her standing there. motionless. he approached her, silently, but by the small turn of her head, he knew she knew he was there. wasn’t trying to be too sneaky. gently, he leaned forward to take her hand and spun her around to wrap her arms around him. the spirit placed his hands around her neck, natural-like, and softly squeezed. after a few seconds, he leaned back... but, as expected, she didn’t let go. cole immediately began to grin, expelling a soft chuckle and looked down to the top of her head.

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a small quiver of his brow, cole parted cold lips and lightly nodded. “ ...i know.” he agreed, before narrowing his eyes and looking to the side in thought. well, it was true. she--and many others--weren’t getting nearly as many snuggles as they were struggles. fingers played against each other as light blues scanned the ground, thinking, but compassion looked back up to yavanna with a curious shade to him. he wasn’t a hugger. wanted to be. it helped. but was just a bit too jumpy. because of that, he wasn’t sure what he could really provide on the terms of --- especially when someone needed it. but the spirit subtly widened his arms, anyway. enough for her to slip her arms through, at least. “ i will give you snuggles. ” cole chirped out confidently as a smile grew across tight features. “ hug me whenever you’d like. ”