He saw a dark-haired girl with perfectly glossed lips and a smile of daggers and yet the daggers could be soft- at least for Marnie, at some point- instead disguised as pearly whites, tucked behind perfect lips- soft ones- to kiss away the pain. He could feel the muscles of her cheeks relax in an exhale of momentary relief from the binds which restrained her he could see all of the images which must have kept the bold-hearted girl awake and tossing in her bed at night. When his large hands made contact with her chilled skin, Caradoc felt the energy transfer take place. For here the pair stood, surrounded by cold, and enveloped in their own personal grief, but finding it within their souls to share their pain with one another. Just when he felt inclined to believe that the heart could experience some capacity, a limit, Marnie proved to him that such restrictions could not be applied to every person.
It was perverse, in a way, the way that a face could express such a vast array of feelings without the person even knowing that they could feel so much. # dearcaradoc # shorty bc i can seem to english rnĬaradoc watched the multitude of emotions unfold across his friend’s face in a split matter of seconds.
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