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lou should get some sleep she can think of a hundred things that need to happen tomorrow just laying there in bed. she has a big test to study for and she has to go get del from her grandparents. doesn’t she have some sort of event happening at the preschool? she needs to add checking the calendar to her list but the list can wait. 

she shifts to face him and smiles as she sees how peaceful he. she moves some hair out of his face leaning over to press a soft kiss to his cheek. when she pulls back he mumbles something before laying on his stomach and she has to cover her mouth to muffle her laugh. it’s a side of him she’s not used to seeing something so calm and it puts her at ease knowing he can have a break from having the weight of the world on his shoulders. he deserves it and she hopes that she can help him find it because after all that he’s done for her it’s the least she can do. she pulls the blanket up over them pressing a quick peck to his curls before she settles in to finally get some rest wondering what it is he dreams about as she dozes off.

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@geneticassassin​  sent :   a hand reaches out to hold her face but before he does, he hesitates, and drops it. he knows her aversion to touch. “i just worry about you sometimes, that’s all.”

some days were worse than others -- skin tight across her bones, skin tender to the touch that stung and shrieked when touched. there are days when she hates it, hates the way that her skin feels stuck to her, how it twitches and stretches and stings, hates when her stomach knots and how she recoils at the slightest proximity. she hates it most when apollo is there. hates how she wants desperately to hold him, to be held by him only for her skin to turn in on itself as if it had a mind of its own.

he reaches and her heart aches with the need to feel his hands on her face, to have him look her in the eyes when he holds her face in his hands and aches again when she knows how it would hurt. how every nerve in her body will scream, how she would go to war with her own flesh just to keep from flinching from him but he hesitates and her heart leaps into his throat when his hand drops away and she can’t begin to describe the raw emotion in the pit of her stomach.  the way that he’s so conscious of her, the way that he never pushes, always waits, always thinks of her before he does anything.

pip reaches this time, she grasps his hand harder than she meant to but she’s desperate and it hurts but it hurts in a way that she wants it too. it means that this is important to her, it means that he is important to her.   “  thank you.  ”  the gratitude is thick in her throat as she speaks and she knows that she isn’t just thanking him for worrying about her, for allowing himself to be concerned for her bu for thinking of her, for caring about her, for being so conscious of her aversions to touch and for understanding her, sometimes better than she understood herself.