[ falco’s blood hasn’t changed (yet), it’s still pale— and to see the older boy stumble and features strain so subtly in that way when holding back fresh tears, it was hard not to notice when falco was looking right at him. he’s not only a perceptive boy, but empathetic, now only doubled by his blood type to the point that he absorbs the emotion and can feel his own nose begin to sting as his eyes watered for him. giving him this blanket, luna’s blanket, no less. ]
Thank you . . .
[ do you want to make those tears roll? because you’re close, peter. you’re awfully close to a cause. falco’s nimble fingers reach for the cloth, hang onto the fabric (and it is warm, like a furnace), before he cracks his mouth open and croaks, softly; the same way peter moves in a way that doesn’t want to harm falco, falco speaks in a manner that doesn’t want to startle him. ]
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Thank you . . .
[ do you want to make those tears roll? because you’re close, peter. you’re awfully close to a cause. falco’s nimble fingers reach for the cloth, hang onto the fabric (and it is warm, like a furnace), before he cracks his mouth open and croaks, softly; the same way peter moves in a way that doesn’t want to harm falco, falco speaks in a manner that doesn’t want to startle him. ]
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