( it strikes her, then, how little she knows of the life he's led other than what he's chosen to share. the little intricacies of day to day that she's never been a part of, the two from entirely different places, different backgrounds. coming to cadelle gave them, in a sense, a clean slate—but also stripped away most of what came with getting to know another. made you rely a bit more on talking, sharing, leaving a cloud of doubt upon the girl to the thought of anyone truly knowing her at all—other than baby.
he says foster dad, and there's a pang in her chest, one she isn't sure she has the right to touch on just yet. it's always been a 'when you're ready' type thing with them, hasn't it? there's no denying how her features grow alight at the offer, steering her from wondrous thoughts. )
I'd like that. ( words spoken almost in a whisper, but there's no hiding their sincerity, how unexplainably willing she is to be part of something so intimate he's choosing to share. ) If you're comfortable?
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he says foster dad, and there's a pang in her chest, one she isn't sure she has the right to touch on just yet. it's always been a 'when you're ready' type thing with them, hasn't it? there's no denying how her features grow alight at the offer, steering her from wondrous thoughts. )
I'd like that. ( words spoken almost in a whisper, but there's no hiding their sincerity, how unexplainably willing she is to be part of something so intimate he's choosing to share. ) If you're comfortable?