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[wroughtandtempered]

"...This is Eve. Leave a message if you want. Or just fucking text me, I get those fast."

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[wroughtandtempered]

[ she squeezes her eyes shut and hesitates only the barest amount before overlapping her voice with his— holding back enough he's unmistakably the main melody, but underscoring it with her own: I'm here/defiant/adversaries. not something she's felt in her heart to sing for herself lately, but—

she will absolutely sing it for Kantera, right now. she can't help directly, but she can absolutely call a warning to anyone who might want to take advantage of his pain. that's what pack is for.

as he finishes— as they both finish— she slides off the sill to sit heavily down on the floor inside, tail tucked. fuck, but her eyes sting. ]

...welcome.

Did it help?

[happydreamed]

-Yes, it did. I think I needed that.

[His throat is raw, but he feels better in some inexplicable way. Like he'd yelled out all his hurt feelings until they didn't hurt as much.

He sits next to her and gently bumps her shoulder with his.]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ she counterleans a little. ...hums, quietly thoughtful, then says: ]

Use your diaphragm more next time, you don't want to strain your throat to get loud.

[ in other news: it's starting to smell like baked goods and jasmine tea. ]

[happydreamed]

Thank you for the advice, I'm not used to being loud.

[...Sniffs.]

That smells delicious. Is that...?

[wroughtandtempered]

[ ...thumps her tail against the ground, looking faintly smug ]

You'll see.

[happydreamed]

-I know I invited you to spoil me, but I'm still somehow surprised about being spoiled, goodness.

[wroughtandtempered]

A clear sign it needs to happen more often.

[happydreamed]

I'm uncertain my heart could take that...

[wroughtandtempered]

All the more reason for it. Gotta toughen you up.

[happydreamed]

Ah, the most fearsome kind of training of all.