John (theskintalks) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-03-21 20:08:00 |
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Full Moon
Samuel Ward ✦ Koa Etana Ka'uhane ✦ Roman Etana Ka'uhane ✦ Clara Archer
Full moon escapades PG Complete |
In an attempt at avoiding and not invading Bree's territory this full moon Sam had located what looked like an open abandoned space a little way outside of town before the change had hit and hit hard. As always it was agonising but then his entire body was breaking and shifting to accomodate the growth of muscle, fur, claws, teeth and additional bulk as in his wolf form Sam was fairly big and so dark with just a glint of amber in his eyes. The turn had been particularly painful this full moon but then Sam was a walking bundle of unbridled emotion and was in the sort of headspace that was never good to go into a fulll moon with so it made sense that it would hurt more. He was very much a lone wolf, wandering the expanse of the land by himself, and just stretching his legs and sometimes it was easier being a wolf. He didn't have to think anywhere near as much, he could just run on instinct, but sometimes that wasn't always a good thing especially if the things designed to keep you alive and unharmed (like caution for example) were apparently forgotten this full moon due to the state Sam had been in prior to the change. This was evident in how he paid no mind to his surroundings as he hunted a rabbit so as it hopped over a nearby hill he followed without thinking ahead. As it turned out it wasn't actually a hill but rather a steep ravine with what looked like burned out and abandoned cars in it and Sam with the momentum he was travelling at had no way of stopping the fall that was about to happen. The rabbit turned its head and watced with a twitching nose as the wolf that had been intent on eating it now fell victoim to its own appetite. He hit the side of the ravine with a growl followed by a small sequences of grunts as each impact bounced him into the next until eventually he came to a stop at the bottom though a dull ache in his right side caused Sam to lift his head and regard a piece of rusty metal now protruding from it and he gave a distinct whimper. He couldn't move, couldn't get free, and honestly the more he struggled the worse the injury got so eventually so exhausted and in so much pain he stopped and just laid there trying to catch his breath. Difficult though, really difficult. The moon would be over soon and then he'd be human and hopefully he'd be able to get free. He would have hands and thumbs by then so that would definitely help. Of course that didn't stop him from giving a very loud very distinct howl. Koa had smelt another wolf on the edge of his territory, the large land that belonged to his dad where the various... non domesticated animals tended to roam on all the times when the moon wasn't full and there weren't wild, furry horrible monsters on the loose. But he hadn't really paid it any mind. Not until he heard a pained, desperate howl echo through the night. He'd shifted course immediately, picking his way down the hill once he'd worked out where it was coming from and he approached the other wolf. He had noticed the wild nature, the look in his eye that told Koa that the other wolf - male - wasn't as in control of himself during the full moon, so he stayed close, licking at the other wolf's face reassuringly until the sun rose, at which point he was quick to scramble to his feet. The guy - now he saw him he was definitely a dude and not too uneasy on the eyes, heh - was in a bind but even post moon he knew people were touchy, snappy still with the lunar hangover that was a bitch to get past. "Hey, dude, stupid question but do you want a hand?" Not need because that was obvious, but if the guy said no, Koa would back off and wait for him to struggle himself. But if the scent of blood was anything to go by, the guy would have to accept help at some point or another. Memory was still a little hazy immediately after a full moon but Sam had the piece of metal in his side to remind him of what had actually taken place. Shit, stupid move. He should have paid more attention to his surroundings but with everything going on with Kanuna he just hadn't been with it and now, well, it was his own dumb fault. He felt... wrong, but couldn't really explain it. He normally felt like utter shit after a full moon and he knew what that felt like but this? This was so much worse. Maybe it was the loss of blood or the fact his stomach kept trying to throw a party in the back of his throat but Sam definitely did not feel... great. Understatement of the year really. "M'okay," he managed, voice deep and raw with what could only be described as pain. A shift to his side caused him to suck in a sudden breath and it was apparent how not with it he was by how unabashed he was by his naked self. Normally he'd made some kind of attempt to cover up his junk but not today, not this morning. Sam bit his teeth together and lifted a hand which was shaking (huh would you look at that) to push himself to his feet. He didn't pull the metal out because it was probably the only thing keeping him from bleeding to death, werewolves could still do that, right? He did however falter the moment he was upright as he was hit full force in the face with nause and a lightheadedness the likes he had never felt before and yep he puked. Koa shot forward as the guy stumbled to his feet and turned, bending over double and throwing up, vomit splattering the ground not too far from their bare feet. The smell was acrid, but then when was the smell of pukea anything else than that? But it wasn’t a good sign, he knew that from experience. The metal looked like just that, not silver or anything that as toxic to his body so Koa made a split second decision. His hair was wild, hanging beyond the middle of his back and over his shoulders like a curtain. Shoving it out of his face and trying to keep it away from the other man, he twisted it together and sort of knotted it in a giant bun which would be a bitch to undo later but hey beggars couldn’t be choosers and right now he had an injured dude to help. “You think you can walk?” He asked, hand on the guy’s lower back as he carefully slid underneath his arm on his uninjured side. “That’s gonna hurt like a motherfucker but if you can get up the hill my house is just a little way from it.” This was the wolf that had been just on the edge of Roman’s grounds, it was lucky that he hadn’t been more isolated. “I’m Koa, by the way, if you can’t walk you gotta tell me now ‘cause I’ll get my dad and he can carry you up.” Sam groaned quietly as throwing up was bad enough but doing it in front of a stranger while naked? Even worse. He became keenly aware of the fact he felt cold, really cold, and there was a definite tremor running through him which could only mean one thing: shock. Fuck. “Sam,” he bit out between clenched teeth before he just inhaled and tried to focus. “I should be able to walk.” He appreciated the help because it would have been easy just to leave him where he’d found him. Really easy. Arm slotted securely around Sam's waist, Koa carefully helped him pick their way up the hill. It was steep and awkward and so much easier to navigate on four paws. The guy - Sam - seemed to be struggling badly enough as it was so he made a split second decision. "Stay there," he muttered as he stepped out from where he'd been supporting Sam and closed his eyes. A bit of deep breathing, finding his centre, Koa let the wolf inside him flash out, falling to his knees and gritting his teeth as he shifted again, back into the form he'd been in less than half an hour earlier. Amber eyes watched the now-human wolf and he approached tentatively, teeth lightly catching on Sam's hand and indicating that he should just sort of flop forwards. For all that Koa was a scrawny - yet built - guy, he was a large, stocky wolf and could easily carry Sam's weight back up the cliff. It would be a bit joltier but faster over all and he could get him home quickly. Tipping his head back, he howled loud enough to startle some nearby birds, and certainly loud enough that Roman would be able to hear. Only after he'd howled did he realise - distantly - that the sound would probably have worried Roman more than intended. It was supposed to be an alert to say he was coming, but that wasn't always easily communicated. Looking at Sam again, Koa scuffed a paw impatiently and huffed. Okay that was... Sam might have been in a world of pain and definitely feeling the blood loss but he could still appreciate the amount of control and discipline it must have taken for Koa to be able to shift at will. He was still very much the victim of the full moon and his baser instincts. He had swayed the moment the support was gone though managed to catch his weight on the full expanse of a bare foot. It did jolt his side and Sam bit back a hiss. A grimaced expression soon overcame his face as he felt the further telltale sensation of blood escaping over his hip. When Koa caught his hand it did take Sam a minute or two to understand what he was saying and eventually he did just sort of flop - read: pitch - over onto the other wolf’s back. Koa twisted his head, able to lick at Sam's elbow before he carefully started climbing the steep hillside, pausing to adjust how Sam was lying with subtle shifts of his body, though before long - and much more quickly than if they'd been doing it on two legs - Koa broached the top of the hill and howled again, not quite taking off at a run but certainly moving significantly more quickly across the terrain while being careful not to jolt Sam any more than any natural movement would do. He huffed and yipped in relief when the house came into view, and he could hear the sound of the door being swung open in the distance, letting out a series of short barks that were answered by the dogs. Koa had been right. The howl he had given had sent Roman full into overly worried and protective dad mode so as Koa approached Roman was right there to make everything better and kill whatever or whoever had hit his boy. And then he caught the scent of blood and realised that the smell was new so it couldn’t be Koa who was bleeding. Wait, was Koa carrying someone on his back? Roman hurriedly moved to intercept, hand going to rub at Koa’s ears before his attention turned to the bleeding stranger with a rather large piece of metal sticking out of his side. He was naked so Roman assumed the injury must have taken place during the full moon. “Let’s get him inside.” Roman took a hold of Sam, frowning when he felt the chill of the skin under his fingertips but then judging by the amount of blood he was lucky to have survived the moon. Koa managed to lick the inside of Roman's wrist when the back of his ears got rubbed and he gave a full body shake once Sam's weight was taken from him, padding along behind even though the deep ache in his bones from two shifts in rapid succession. He stopped at the threshold of the house, intending on following his father in but he had to shift back first. Fuck, he was hungry. Bloodied and tired and worried and hungry. Coughing a little, he called out, "His name's Sam. Found him in the ravine." He wet his lower lip, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, able to feel the drying blood on the skin of his back. He needed a shower, fuck. "Need me to do anything, dad?" “Grab me the supplies from the kitchen,” Roman said as he carried Sam through to living room where he laid him on the couch. “Sam, you with me?” Had to check, the other wolf’s eyes were pretty glazed. Sam gave a small nod. “Yeah, still here.” He wet his lower lip and turned his gaze to where the metal protruded. “Can wolves get tetanus?” Koa could be heard rattling around in the background, trying to nudge the dogs away from him so that he wasn't tripping over them. "Don't think so," he supplied, arm full of the first aid supplies Roman kept on hand for various reasons - but mostly because he had adopted an accident prone, impulsive and clumsy kid who was as likely to hurt himself during the full moon as any other time of the month and because he was a surrogate parent to a lot of the kids on the island. "Here, dad- the sty- uh- the powder shit that stops bleeding." “Thanks.” Roman took a hold of the first aid supplies that Koa had brought for and eyed the metal, wondering how in the hell he was going to deal with that. Koa had said the ravine, right? Roman made a mental note to go out there later and clear it out because if it could hurt Sam then it could also hurt Koa. Sam’s head dropped back into the leather of that couch as he let out a shaky almost rattling breath. “Well, that’s good. One less thing to worry about.” Roman started by cleaning up the worst of the blood so he could take a proper look at the wound and yep it was some nasty shit. Would be worse once the metal was out of course. Koa moved around to the other side of the couch, reaching out to take Sam's hand reassuringly. He couldn't do much, his dad was the first aider, but he was a champion nurse and really good hand-holder. "You think you can focus on talking to me enough to let my dad work?" he asked, purposefully trying to keep Sam's attention away from what Roman was doing. Oh, this was going to hurt wasn't it? Sam could just tell. There didn't need to be words, the exchange of looks between Koa and his father told him all that he needed to know. Plus Koa had just taken his hand and Sam wasn't an idiot. The dragon knew there was no other way about it than just going for it and he caught Koa's eyes in a brief look before he closed his hand around the metal. A small count was given, not verbally of course, but Roman knew Koa knew him well enough to know what was happening and then he pulled. It was at that point that Sam all but peeled off the couch, the grip on Koa's hand tightening to the point of breaking bone and he let loose with the most unholy cry of pain. Koa gritted his teeth as he felt at least two of the bones in his hand breaking and fuck fuck motherfucker ow but it was nothing compared to the pain of having metal ripped out of someone's side so he didn't say anything, just kept looking at Sam, squeezing back as best he could. As Roman worked to stem the bleeding by liberally pouring styptic power over it (which was remarkably effective on people, they'd found, when Koa was a kid and had a compound fracture that wouldn't stop bleeding after Roman had set it), Koa shifted a little and touched Sam's head. "You're okay, man, you're doin' great. We got you, okay? You're gonna be fine." Sam eventually slumped back into the couch as the world literally pitched and spun around him and all he knew was pain, disorientation and a very unsettling chill that seemed to be in his bones. His breath was short, broken, staggered and he just blinked rapidly as he tried not to go under, be pulled in by the darkness creeping in at the edges of his vision. Once he was certain he'd stemmed the bleeding as much as he could Roman reached for other items of his first aid kit so that he could go to work at patching Sam back up until his own natural healing kicked in whenever that might be. "Sorry-" Sam managed weakly after a moment of gathering himself. "I know- I know I hurt you." "This?" Koa waved the hand that Sam had dropped, "Eeh, I've had worse. I'll heal, don't worry. It was either that or the couch and I love this couch and so does my dad so I think he'd rather you break me." He grinned, other hand reaching to push Sam's hair back from his forehead, a touch that he knew he found reassuring, so he hoped it would help the other wolf. He wet his lower lip. "You live far? Once you're patched up, we'll grab breakfast and then I can get you home. You think he's gonna be okay to walk, dad?" MJ the MarvellousToday at 21:46 Sam's eyes closed at the touch to his hair and he bit and pulled his lower lip into his mouth as he fought back another sudden wave of nausea. He'd already thrown up once and he was not about to do it again especially as Roman had just patched him up and he'd definitely made enough mess and trouble. "I uh-" He grimaced and hissed out a breath as Roman was doing something that resembled disinfectant and holy fuck that smarted "live in town." Roman wasn't sure if Sam could go anywhere just yet because he'd been through a lot in a short period of time and couple that with a full moon and he was pretty beat up. "I think I'm gonna need to drive him home." Koa nodded, hand lifting to cover his mouth. "Y-yeah, I'm wiped dad I can't drive anywhere. It wouldn't be safe. And I need a shower." He wet his lower lip again and glanced at Sam. "You in a position to give me your digits, dude? So I can check in on you later?" They'd also need to get Sam some clothes or at the very least a blanket of some sort so he had some dignity as Roman drove him back into town and got him home safely. Roman finished up, it wasn't his best work and it might heal ugly but he was no longer bleeding and that was definitely better than nothing. "Uh, yeah," Sam shifted a little so he was no longer laying down though groaned as he did so, hand moving to press very lightly over the wound that had been patched up. The world was still spinning and Sam couldn't even see straight right now but he was able to give his number to Koa. Koa rummaged out one of his oversized hoodies which zipped up and a pair of beat up old sweatpants that he helped Sam get into without a word, taking the number and prank calling it from his phone so that when Sam recovered his belongings he'd have Koa's number, too. "Alright, man, dad's gonna drive you home," he said, just making sure that Sam knew what was going on, "and when you're rested up and you've got your shit you can text me and let me know you're okay, right? 'Cause otherwise I'll just get dad to tell me where you live and I'll come beat your door down to check you're okay." Sam bit out a small laugh though instantly regretted as he pushed a tight breath out. "Alright, alright, soon as I get my shit back I'll text you." He caught Koa by the wrist and met the other wolf's eyes with his. "Thank you for helping me out." Koa just smiled warmly. "Hey, that's what we're meant to do for each other," he reassured, holding the eye contact confidently. "Couldn't just leave you there." Sam still didn't really understand what it was to be a wolf but he figured that would come with time and more exposure to others like him. He hadn't really known many wolves before Summerview. "Mm, you could have, but thankfully you didn't." Roman came back after having washed his hands and got a blanket for Sam as even with clothes on he had a feeling he was still cold. "C'mon," he muttered as he wrapped the blanket around Sam's shoulders and helped him to his feet, offering a supportive arm. "Time to get you home." His eyes flicked up to Koa. "Make sure you eat and get some sleep." "Hey once you're better we can grab lunch or something. Just go home and rest and shit and we'll talk soon." Koa lifted his hand, nodding at his father. "I will do, promise. Food, shower, sleep, in that order. Maybe. Sleep might come first. Two shifts in quick succession fucks me up. If you see Noah say hi and tell him I'm not dead please." And with that, Koa watched Roman lead Sam out of the house and, instead of going to do anything else, he just slipped into a pair of sweatpants of his own and sat down on the armchair, out like a light within thirty seconds, and covered in dogs in less than a minute. Roman helped Sam out to his truck and eased the wolf into the passenger side, not at all offended by the lack of conversation as he bundled him up and slipped behind the wheel to drive Sam back into town. Moons were rough as it was without adding injury to that, he was just lucky that the metal hadn't been silver or well he definitely wouldn't be conscious. At some point Sam had managed to tell him where he lived and Roman drew up in front of the apartment before killing his engine, moving around to help Sam out but he did have to catch him as he struggled when his legs gave out. "Woah, woah," Roman muttered. "Easy does it." Sam literally felt like his limbs were jello and all he could do was sag against Roman and just hold on like a man drowning at sea. "Fuck," he muttered gruffly. "Yeah, you did a number on yourself," Roman muttered with a shake of his head before he helped Sam towards the apartment he shared with Clara. Clara had been significantly more worried as they early morning became mid morning and there was still no sign of Sam. She'd tried to call him a couple of times and there had been no response so she'd sat down to try and centre herself when she felt him hit the building. Her eyes snapped open and she hurried to the door, pulling it open as a hulking man who was holding up Sam - who had definitely seen better days - had lifted a hand to knock. "Holy mother of God," Clara breathed, eyes wide as she looked at the taller man and then at Sam, her eyes taking on an unnaturally blue colour, vastly different to how she normally looked. "I- Thank you for bringin' him home," she said, carefully taking him from the other man. It was hard, she wasn't very strong at all but she wasn't about to just not take hold of him, her fingertips already tingling as her abilities subconsciously began to ease the superficial post-moon aches. She looked up at the stranger again, "I- thank you. Do I owe you anythin'?" Roman shook his head. "No, nothing. Just take care of him, yeah? I'll swing by with his things later. Pretty sure they're still somewhere on my land." He reached out to pat Sam gently on the arm. "Take care, man." Sam turned his head to offer Roman a small smile. "Thank you again." "Anytime." And with a parting smile the dragon headed out to his truck so he could go and check on his boy. When Roman left Sam turned back to Clara and arched his eyebrow a little. "So, uh, the full moon kinda sucked." "It looks like it," Clara muttered, carefully helping Sam to the couch before she closed the door and returned to his side, her head tipping as she just looked at him. She reached out, brushed her fingers across his forehead and her eyes lit up with magic, touch drifting down his chest to where the bandages were stained red. She touched it carefully, long pianist's fingers brushing over the wound before she firmed up her touch a little, not hard enough to hurt but enough for it to be present. And without a word, she healed him, the power crawling up her skin. It took more out of her to do it this way, flooding him with healing energy, her powers were more controlled when she was in her unicorn form. But he needed it right now and she wasn't able to even think about walking away and letting him heal naturally. Not when she could feel his physical pain. His physical and his emotional pain. Sam sagged into the couch though as he did he was hit with the scent of Kanuna and he felt that twisting emotion in the pit of his stomach that he could really do without right now. Right now he felt like he could sleep forever. Breathe, just breathe. What he hadn't expected was the sudden creeping warmth that spread through his body from where Clara was touching him, confusion furrowing his brow as her eyes glowed and as they did the better he felt. Of course what it healed on a physical level it also reached deeper, slipping in through the cracks in his otherwise pieced together guard that had kept him falling apart all these years, but the more she healed the weaker his resolve became. It was like she'd reached into him and found the bottle that he'd been using to keep his emotions under control and loosened the lid so all the pressure was now forcing its way out. "Clara, please, just stop," Sam all but begged as his fingers curled around her wrists and his eyes were bright with tears he was stubbornly holding back. Clara pulled away immediately as soon as Sam asked her to stop, the glow fading from her eyes and being replaced with confusion, then concern, and then a sudden and deep sense of guilt She'd gotten carried away, she hadn't meant to, she had just wanted to heal his side and the physical wound. She hadn't meant to reach in, but Sam was in so much pain and- She swallowed, climbing up onto the couch beside him and gently drawing her wrists free from his grip, hand touching his face and smoothing over his cheek before she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his temple. "It's okay, Sam," she breathed against his skin, "It- it's okay. I'm sorry- I just-" she swallowed, "It's okay. It's just you and me here." It wasn't. It really wasn't. Everything was so messed up. His jaw flickered with tension as Clara pressed a kiss to his temple and he could feel himself buckling and breathing definitely wasn't helping. It normally did but not right now, not after fight with Kanuna, the full moon, the injury and whatever it was Clara had done to him. Sam was a mess, a literal walking talking mess. "I just need to- I-" His voice broke and Sam's hands curled until short blunt nails dug and bit into the flesh of his palms. "I know," Clara breathed, reassuring and gentle, her hand pushing through his hair, "I'm sorry- I didn't mean to- Listen- let me help you." She pressed her forehead against his temple, hand still moving reassuringly through the dark strands as she drew in a breath. "Take a deep breath in, Sam," she coached, "Ain't gonna be able to-" Her voice caught, the intensity of Sam's emotions catching on her own guards, tugging at them insistently. Isolation, betrayal, hurt, regret, fear, confusion, frustration, anger. It swirled around her, fast and she had to push it outwards, not back into the bottle she'd shaken it up from but what she did do was take away the intensity. As she breathed, coaching Sam to breathe with her, she pushed a wave of calm out of herself and towards Sam, allowing the strength and intensity of those emotions to start ebbing away slightly. Sam didn't really know what was happening but Clara's hand was in his hair and maybe it was because he was wolf as well as human but it definitely helped him relax. In another situation it might have had the opposite effect but this was Clara and he looked at her very much like a sister. His breath continued in short hot puffs as Clara coached him into meeting and matching her breath until he was finally able to breathe. The weighted stranglehold of emotion that had previously caged his ribs down so his lungs couldn't fully expand felt lighter and Sam was finally able to just... be, without the constant internal commentary and narrative. "What are you?" He asked, glancing up. Clara opened her eyes and they were bright again, with magic and life and something pure and innocent, wide and sparkling. She leaned back, moving out of Sam's space, not sure how to answer his question and not even sure if she should because she'd been told by her moms never to tell anyone. Gregory had confirmed it, don't tell anyone. But this was Sam. She folded her hands in her lap, ignoring the urge she had to take hold of his hand again, just to make sure he was okay, that he was healed. "I- uh-" "Sorry," Sam said with a small shake of his head. "Pretty sure that isn't a question you're supposed to ask." He glanced at his side where previously it had felt like somebody had reached in and reorganised his internal organs but there was no longer any pain. It was... amazing, it really was. "Well, whatever you are, thank you." "No it's- it ain't that." Clara pushed her hair back behind her ear and then got to her feet, pushing the table back out of the way from the centre of their living space, rearranging it so there was a larger open area right in front of the couch. It would have been bigger if she could have moved the couch but it was way too heavy and Sam was still on it. She looked terrified. "It's easier if I show you. Can you- uh- close your eyes?" Sam watched with some confusion as Clara began to rearrange the living room and looked like she was about to make the biggest mistake of her life. "You don't have to do this," he assured her though a look from her had him lifting his hands, palms facing outwards. "Okay, okay." And then his eyes closed. She sort of felt like it might be a massive mistake, like this was a decision she would regret, but someone else needed to know. Only one person on this whole island knew her secret and she wasn't especially close to him. Four people in teh whole world knew what she was, that was it, and three of those weren't here. Maybe Sam knowing was a good idea. She shut the blinds and locked the door, padding back through and the soft thump of her clothes hitting the floor preceeded a whooshing sound. The shift was uncomfortable but it wasn't as painful as the were shifts, and the next sound was a soft snorting and the sound of a hoof pawing at the wooden floor of their apartment, Clara's human form having been replaced with her magnificent - if she said so herself - natural form. Her eyes were hazel and worried, even as she looked at Sam, waiting for him to look at her, front hoof raised anxiously. One eyebrow lifted when the distinct sound of clothes hitting the ground could be picked up by sharp ears and Sam was a little concerned about what was actually happening. And was that a horse? Where did Clara get a horse from? With one eye still closed Sam opened the other before as he came face to face with a Unicorn the other eye flew open until he was regarding her with wide eyed wonder. "Holy fuck," he breathed out quietly as he sat forward to get a much better look at her. Whatever she feared would be present in his eyes she needn't have worried as there was nothing but awe and amazement. Clara whinnied a little, tossing her head back, her mane catching the light and looking as silver as the rest of her did, long spiral horn dangerously pointy but also very delicate looking. She tapped her hooves once, then again, before she walked in a circle and settled on the ground, head tilted up towards Sam, patient and still a little cautious, but she was relaxed enough that if he wanted to come over and touch her, he could. After the crappy full moon Sam couldn't think of anything else he wanted to do than experience a real living breathing Unicorn and hopefully find an island of calm in the otherwise choppy waters. He pushed himself to his feet and closed the distance before he came down to a crouch beside her, hand reaching out to gently brush over her ears and down the length of her mane the same way he had with the horses back on the reservation. Clara tipped her head into the touch, mindful not to poke Sam with her horn, breathing out a soft huff and nudging at him gently with her nose, letting him know with soft sounds that it was okay. Sam gave a small smile and exhaled a breath he hadn't been aware that he was holding, hands shifting to cup Clara's head in his hands as he just trailed his fingers over her mane and let this moment of peace and tranquility silence all the racing thoughts in his head. He was definitely going to sleep well after this. |