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the once and future jesus. ([personal profile] sortileges) wrote 2016-03-02 12:49 am (UTC)

[ He's still leaning back on his other hand, though she's probably right to lay back instead of being stuck with a crick in her neck. They're definitely too young to deal with something like that.

Somehow, instead of looking to check she finds the mystical somehow non-existent crown constellation, he looks down at her. It isn't anything gross in the way he actually looks at her though, though there is a gravitational pull. It's a warm feeling, one that associates her with something higher when her hair spreads out across the pillow and blankets, her eyes shining as she looks up at the sky and the smile on her face.

His hand grips into the blanket and he holds his breath, bites into his lip.









sweats profusely. ]


A-- [ He swallows, tilts himself to finally flop down on the blanket next to her. His arm is shaky from holding himself up--physically and emotionally apparently. ] --horse. I'll give it ago.

[ Only somehow the sky suddenly feels a lot more blinding than it did when he found the "crown" before. ]

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