so here’s the god honest truth, darling, here’s the truth: she just missed him, that’s all. her last memory of them was TOO MANY days ago, his scent now softly fading from her bed. peter brings with him a warmth she so very dearly misses when the moon takes reign of the skies and stars spill in luminous specks.
wearing his teeshirt to sleep is a paltry substitute.
but perhaps the gods heard her lamenting, and perhaps jean wonders for a splitsecond if she’s gone MAD to hear voices when she’s all alone but auburn head whips up and there is a moment, wholly unguarded, where relief paints a picture across her slim face.
❝———must be tough huh, being a superhero and all. maybe you should wear a utility belt? you know, so you’re not THIRSTY all the time.❞ sharp words that’s sanded down by the sweet smile and small steps that close the distance between them.
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