#ffoxes

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Illustration drawn for @chocoboking and ffoxes (twitch)!!

     it felt as though hours passed before the house quieted, a eery sense of calm settling into the foundation. such a change in atmosphere had the blonde climbing stairs to what she assumed was his room, her body passing across the threshold of an open door. it hadn’t made sense to her. . . this feeling of apparent betrayal he harbored. he had done the same, in fact, in some senses it had been worse. his wife’s loneliness had only bore a relationship. .  but taylor’s. . . his would bare a child. despite her survival instincts warning against it, she approached him where he sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. the bed shifted beneath her weight, his body feeling miles away despite there only being a few feet between them. for a moment she considered speaking, considered offering a condolence of perhaps something more witty in hopes of raising his spirits. it was in this moment the newly legal girl decided against speaking for the first time in her life, instead allowing silence to wash over them as she stared at her hands in her lap.