[AW] take an angel by the wings

[Marisol]

heaven talks
but not to me

I am glad to be saved by you - 

Marisol blinks. Her heart jumps in her chest; involuntarily she shudders, whether it’s from the surprise or the cold or her constant suspicion it’s impossible to tell.

It is the only compliment that could make Marisol feel anything. 

Just barely she smiles to herself. 

As Samaira begins to stand, Mari follows; she presses her shoulder against the girl’s, supporting her weight, and moves upward at the same pace to match her. Crickets sing in the deep-dark of the swamp. From overhead streams a soft web of moonlight, patterning their dark skin into cobblestone. And no matter how terrible the thing that brought them here, how terrible the homeland Samaira was thrown from, something like hope still moves in Marisol’s veins so bright it makes the blood hum in her ears.

If either of them notices the other’s unsurety, it goes blissfully unsaid.

Here, she says, and takes the first slow step toward the out-of-sight citadel, hidden behind a row of bristling trees; Marisol knows the path like of the back of her hand, and soon enough Samaira will, too.

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