solitarynote: (Exertion)
solitarynote ([personal profile] solitarynote) wrote in [community profile] thecrossinglogs 2025-01-09 01:54 pm (UTC)

“Need…” He repeated the name, hoping he could commit it to memory (and, that maybe, she wouldn’t become a boss in his dreams… next time he felt comfortable enough to dream. She seemed nice).

Sunny sits down on one of the larger rocks nearby, not quite too far from her, but also not close. Proximity was something he was still adverse to for mostly everyone, so it wasn’t anything to do with her. Still… he hoped she wouldn’t take offense.

Need’s own posture and attempts were helping to relax him, except… a cold sweat broke out across his back. He fidgeted a little in place. Sunny was… awful at telling age. If she asked him to guess, he wouldn’t be able to answer for fear of somehow offending her. He also… didn’t know about this ‘ancients-who-looked-young’ thing… did that mean they were young at heart?

Reality was so complicated. Death was too, apparently. So Sunny simply nodded half-heartedly, hoping that would give her permission to continue, or assuage any sort of uncomfortableness he might cause…

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