At some point that is not now, I will take Slade's tears out of Wintergreen's hide. For the moment I simply hold him, letting him shake and weep into my hair, the skin of my throat. He is younger now than he was when I met him first, and his pain chokes me.
"It is not your fault." Only thing I can make myself say, and I am not certain that he can even hear me.
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Date: 2008-06-24 02:05 am (UTC)"It is not your fault." Only thing I can make myself say, and I am not certain that he can even hear me.