calyxofawildflower:“I’m—clumsy. I can go where the dagger needs to be but—hands and words? I didn’t
calyxofawildflower:“I’m—clumsy. I can go where the dagger needs to be but—hands and words? I didn’t understand. I never had them as a spirit. I used to feel like water, rushing, racing, rising with every ebb and flow of feeling. Free to fill whatever form was needed. Now I falter, frozen for fear of failing. Can’t reach for what I lost in the Fade. But I am here. I help. And you hold me here, where I can want.”There was an ache in his touch. His hands came up to touch her cheek; light, fingertips drawing across her skin, like snow melting into warm water.“I want—” he began, but his words failed him, and he pressed his lips to hers.I commissioned the wonderful @mauvaise-reputation to draw Cole and my OC, Briony. As ever, I love the results. Text from a far-away, future chapter of Flour, Yeast, Water, Salt, my Cole fanfic. -- source link