#lostpelt

Lostpelt

Without the slightest reservation, he pulled her to him. Their lips met for the first time since before the rebellion had even occurred — before the uprising of the Warden. Before they were forcefully ripped from one another by the unrelenting grip of fate, and made to believe that what they thought to be their one chance at happiness was not meant to last.

He was alive. She was in his arms once again, without the chance of them falling apart as was before.

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

I am HUGE on forehead kisses. Be it receiving them or giving them to Tree, I finds it to be much more meaningful than a kiss on the cheek. There's something really great about it.

♦: Slow dancing

I can't dance to save my life -- it's a well known fact for most of us at camp. Tree enjoys it a ton, so I do the best that I can. At least with slow dancing, there's less pressure to perform and more time to just enjoy her close company.

♞: Caring for each other while ill (Vox taking care of Tree)

I absolutely can't stand to see Tree sick. She goes downhill incredibly fast, usually starting with a lack of appetite and loss of energy. Once she gets physically sick, she's usually bedridden for days at a time.