Most of the time the universe speaks to us very quietly in pockets of silence, in coincidences, in nature, in forgotten memories, in the shape of clouds, in moments of solitude, in small tugs at our hearts. — Yumi Sakugawa
I would like someone to find me, most of all.
[ There's no one at the pier, at this hour, the only company being the shy wind and the stars. James uncaps the beer bottle and leans against the railing, swirling it around, watching the shadows dapple on the water. There's another close by, if Sam wants to leave the comfort of the four walls behind them and the laughter of children, but between that and what's out here he's got a finger on the pulse. He knows the choice. ]
[ Sure enough. Footsteps, and the squeeze of lightness. The Winter does not forgive nor does he go away, but there are times when there's a ravine between them, and that cold bastard is too far away to touch. ]
[ James says, without looking, ]
That one's yours.
[ He shifts, absently, even as he notices how Sam fits into the space next to him. ]
So. [ A beat, and a heh. ] You got your speech all practiced for tomorrow?
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[ There's no one at the pier, at this hour, the only company being the shy wind and the stars. James uncaps the beer bottle and leans against the railing, swirling it around, watching the shadows dapple on the water. There's another close by, if Sam wants to leave the comfort of the four walls behind them and the laughter of children, but between that and what's out here he's got a finger on the pulse. He knows the choice. ]
[ Sure enough. Footsteps, and the squeeze of lightness. The Winter does not forgive nor does he go away, but there are times when there's a ravine between them, and that cold bastard is too far away to touch. ]
[ James says, without looking, ]
That one's yours.
[ He shifts, absently, even as he notices how Sam fits into the space next to him. ]
So. [ A beat, and a heh. ] You got your speech all practiced for tomorrow?