[ Deft fingers threading through his hair. Her voice melts into a soft, wordless tune,the melody sweet if a little sad, low and comforting.
Nothing else breaks the quietness of the room. There is only Alys Rivers with her soothing hands, her song, and the ever present scent of fresh green things.
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Date: 2024-07-18 03:47 am (UTC)[ Deft fingers threading through his hair. Her voice melts into a soft, wordless tune,the melody sweet if a little sad, low and comforting.
Nothing else breaks the quietness of the room. There is only Alys Rivers with her soothing hands, her song, and the ever present scent of fresh green things.
No ghosts, no guilt, no haunting realization. ]