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[skinandscales-if]

‘  some days you will breathe and it will be enough  ’ for skye please? 😊

Atlas | Puck | Reese

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“Hey can we step out for a bit?”

When the noise gets to you, Skye is a bit hard to reach. She’s easily distracted, easily occupied, and easily jumping from one activity to the next. But she’s never cruel. You don’t think she ever could be. When you tug at her jacket, pulling yourself close without getting too close, looking around as you hush your words for her and her alone above the crowd, she listens. It just takes a little bravery on your part. And Skye always returns it in kind. She’s quick to attach herself to you, gazing about with wide eyes as she takes in the situation, reading your expression within seconds. You grasp onto her with the same intensity she does you. And when you both leave the cramped space out the back door and into the empty street, it’s harder to break away. 

“Was that too much?” She asks, visibly worried. You answer her with a nod. Your body is still buzzing, nerves shot and ears ringing as you try and collect yourself. It’s hard. There was a little too much of everything and far too little to keep you stable. It’s fine. It really is. But you wish the shadows were a little less long here. As always, Skye notices when the world is calmer.

“Do you want to sit down?” She offers while sliding her hand softly into yours. You appreciate the warmth there. You cast a look around you, frowning at the layer of ice and snow that’s still packed into the corners of buildings. 

“Isn’t it a bit cold?” You half-chuckle. It’s not really there but Skye laughs with you and it makes your own feel real. 

“A little. Come on, I’ll stay close.” The way she says it feels like a promise. You hold on a little tighter and nod, sighing as you sit along the curb with her. She keeps her promise and curls her arm around yours, your hands clasped like a prayer. You two sit like that for a long moment. It’s hard to calm yourself without showing how shaken you are but as you clench your eyes shut and rub at your face, it gradually becomes easier to breathe. It’s like you were snapped back from the cliff edge, barely escaping without a scratch. And you know that if not for your companion, you may not have gotten back in time. 

You gaze over to her, silently watching for the one moment she doesn’t notice you yet. Steam from the cold puffs from her lips, her shoulders scrunched up to protect her ears from the chill but otherwise not doing too much against it. Her leg bounced in a fast rhythm beneath her, a motion you’re used to seeing now dialed up to keep her moving. There’s no doubt in your mind that she’s doing all she can not to speak right now. Maybe that’s why she’s not looking at you now, head turned away and attention occupied somewhere else. For now at least. You also have no doubt that she’s listening to your rapidly calming breathing even now, waiting for any give to tell her to focus back up.

That really is the funniest thing. Skye is probably the most distracted person you’ve ever met, if not in the top five. She’s bouncy, loud, and a little hard to follow when she’s onto something. But she’s predictable now. Her spontaneity matches a rhythm like her leg does. Her chaos follows a trail. And after the time you’ve spent together— you’re pretty familiar with that pattern. It’s like a heartbeat, you think. A little odd to be aware of, but even more comforting when it beats a steady rhythm. You’re quite happy you can beat alongside her.

Woah. When did you start thinking poetic stuff like that?

“You want to go inside yet?” You ask, rubbing a hand at your thigh as you glance around. Skye doesn’t turn to look at you right away, curled hair dancing softly in the cold wind. 

“Some days you will breathe and it will be enough.” 

“Huh?” You blink at her as she slowly turns to look at you. Her tone is a lot softer as she rubs a circle into your arm. The words fit the poeticism you made of the moment but it still felt abrupt. Out of left field would be an understatement. But it resonates more than you give it credit for. Makes the chill disappear entirely, even if it wasn’t quite bothering you before. “Where did that come from?”

She smiles at you and stands, letting go of you onto to offer you a hand to stand back up. 

“Nothin’. Just something my sis used to say.” She smiles. You stare up at her for a moment, stunned into silence as you eye her extended hand and soft, almost knowing smile. Huh. Just when you thought you had her figured out. You smile back and grasp her hand. 

“I like it.”

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