#furybent

                                      knock

                                        ...

                                            knock

                                                           ...

                                                          “sorry––...                                                             to bother you at... this time––                                                             but i think... i think i need your                                                             help––”

                                                          .

“Mn—guess not.”

The thrum before given reluctance would display the affectionate tone between them, palm of flesh & actual bone gliding across the curve of her cheek whilst slender fingers worked in tender fashion to weave through fuchsia locks. The simper upon his face was pleasantly warm, not yet bursting into the usual grin that he had begun to own within her presence. It was strained against his face, unused to the sensation of his cheeks being stretched or his lips being quirked.

She reminded him of who he was before exhaustion had cursed him so.

"They also represent the beauty of life… or so I read. They’re associated with the spirit of a warrior, their nature like a cherry blossom to scatter and—" A late realization severed the rest of such earnest admittance, fingers withdrawing ever so slightly from silken crown. Lips fall short, a lulled expression glazing over prior bliss in laconic pace. "…wait for the inevitable end. …Because while they’re beautiful, their life span is short—and… fragile."

And like an old habit returning to fatigued bones, his mind bellowed a sigh in tandem with the weariness that consumed those once fiery eyes. The hand was withdrawn entirely, falling gently into her lap to join his prosthetic. They sought their anchor, her own palms & phalanges found on instinct, twining with ivory with mild haste.

And an exhale from he, aureate crown bowed under the threat of rising sunlight.

"Life’s just that fragile, I guess. Even the flowers are victim to mortality.”

❝Care to tell me your name, young lady?❞

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                                 He is not alone...

but what if your name is dad

Cool, Mom—