🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder
❛ you fought well today. ❜ it is high praise despite how lackluster she sounds. it's the exhaustion. and not just a physical fatigue either. ororo is thinking towards tomorrow, and all the days after tomorrow. how many more battles will they have to win? and what a mediocre prize it is, truly just to be fighting for the right to live. for the right to not be a lab experiment. for the right to be treated human. sure they have won this battle.... but what of the future?
with a heavy sigh she slowly sags into jubilee. relaxes until years of sadness seem to fade away and she is simply pressed up against someone she loves dearly. for a moment she can pretend she's not trying to recover from the trauma of never-ending war with physical contact that blissfully lacks violence or malice. she can allow herself this small bit of peace and comfort. ❛ i'm very proud of you. i'm not sure if i've told you that lately. you've become an incredible young woman. ❜
NONVERBAL RP STARTERS™ ! // open 🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder