Adam's mouth twists in distress, unable to articulate his fear, the way he feels suddenly small and unprotected. Cabeswater wraps vines around his heart and lungs, trying to steady him. It offers the memory of quiet sunlight and undisturbed piles of leaves. It's enough to keep Adam from screaming.
He blows out a breath and lays a hand on the wrist of Ronan's burned one, thumb tracing the shape of the bones in his wrist.
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Date: 2016-10-05 04:30 pm (UTC)He blows out a breath and lays a hand on the wrist of Ronan's burned one, thumb tracing the shape of the bones in his wrist.
"It doesn't seem fine."