#spiritedsscript

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She's just going to randomly lean her head against him and sleep. Shhh. // spiritedscript

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ  THE GLOW OF a wholesome fire illuminates their features, and he watched, as the flames’ silhouettes danced over her slumbering expressions. —Ah. Levy’s cheek was urging against the knob of his shoulder, lips slightly parted; brows quivering against a dream…

What a sight.

Even so, Gray was content enough to forestall himself from flinching upon the touch — upon the graze; to allow his comrade drifted off into that BLISSFUL juncture of slumber where one would hope no troubles would penetrate their way through. To allow his shoulder to CUSHION her through the fleeting dreams. It was all too natural. A tired body craved heat &&. contact – so innately, she gravitated towards the closest being she could latch around.

He just happened to be there.

…

( &&. that’s all there is to it, right? )

              GRAY SWIVELED HIS head away, eyes of obsidian cascaded. His nervous hands clenched upon his lap —— squeezing into tight fists as coldness manifested itself in faint wisps of VAPOR that he did not take heed. Instead, he was busy brandishing off the image of her slumbering features out of his chaos-induced mind.

      ❛ …  What kind of idiot… read herself out blue?  ❜  He spoke into the gelid night. Yet the fire itself was pulsating; a garish ember that seemed to churn in rhythm with the flames – struggling to penetrate the mountain’s wintry air. A tin of raw chestnuts sits at their feet, inches before the flame, never quite having made it into the heat. It was COLD and their mission was long.

He reached over to close the book in her lap —— ( &&. their fingertips touched. )

                           … She felt warm.