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âmmm,â you hum, disbelieving. itâs a questionable sound thatâs coupled with a quizzical quirk of your eyebrow. you donât necessarily believe her because she has known animal tenderness to prefer to humanity, so the bias? is a little strong. and yet you still nervously hold out a gloved hand. and yet you still keep your eyes on the sweet creature. you still let them wander to margotâs own to gauge herâ even a little.
sheâs hard to read. her expressions are silent and incommunicable sometimes. you see their idiosyncrasies and you read them. you see these minute details and you understand them. âhellâo.â you say, unsure. a heavy nose drops dead center into your palm and you push back to the whinnying delight of the horse. you laugh, and it edges on anxious.
âif youâ rode. could i... sit behind you? iâm afraid i wouldnât be able to keep pace if i tried to walk. and iâd be a little too apprehensive up there all alone.â
(an excuse to smell the scent of her hair and get close to someone in a way that will not kill you. how to cozy up for even half a minute and let your mind take you to a safe place. how to wrap your arms around her waist, admit youâre tired for the day, let the horse clop clop clop on back to the stable while you doze in and out, anchored by margot alone.)
itâs a fanciful thought. and unrealistic. you brush it away. but you just... canât help but wonder.
ââand yes. iâm aware iâm being a baby.â














