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@rockboci thanks for letting me put my greasy hands all over Twig again ❤️
Planning Stages
Fandom: Fallen Hero: Rebirth (all disclaimers to @fallenhero-rebirth)
Pairing: Flystep (Herald/Richard)
Tags: retribution spoilers, established relationship, farm headcanons, minor oc, canon typical angst, pov change, herald pov, poor planning skills, light fluff, brief mentions of suicidal thoughts
Forgiveness Or Daniel and Ortega have a talk.
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Something like panic.
Not quite. Maybe its dead beat half cousin that never showed up to family reunions anymore.
He had on pants. He couldn’t remember when that had happened, but there they were. On his legs. Right on his legs where he could see his hands rubbing up and down his thighs in an endless repeated cycle. Grip slide. Grip slide. Old denim against his palms.
Palms that were going a little numb because before he’d sat down he’d been twisting them. His fingers still felt stiff.
Part of his brain was aware of Daniel still talking. Of hands on his bare shoulders and the human shape hovering in front of his body. The rest of it was curled into a tight ball of nauseating dread, barricaded from behind by the mountains of his past and secured from the front by harbor waters frozen completely solid. Any lights were dimmed. Doors locked and windows curtained. No getting in. Not for the simper whimper golden thoughts from the likes of Daniel, no matter how warm they were.
No getting out either, so Richard focused on watching his fingers twitch against the fabric and not choking to death on his tongue.
A vague realization of being shaken. Gently, if the jarring buck and fall of his vision was anything to go by.
“Just talk to me about it, come on,”
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