Dandelion ☀️🍷

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Mid 20s - She/Her - Too old for petty fandom bullshit Ao3 author: https://archiveofourown.org/users/sunshowers_and_dandelion_wine Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/sunshowersanddandelionwine 🧼💀 books and fandom and whatever the hell else i decide to do

The only true death of a soulmate animal happened at the end of the human they represent's life. Once the tether between the souls had be cut permanently, they crumbled away like ash on the wind.

Ghost wondered how it felt, to be left with the reminder of your other half's perception of you. Whether it would hurt more or less to lose that last piece of your person, the piece that had been with you for so long. He wondered which would hurt more: losing a soulmate you had grown to love, or losing a soulmate you'd never gotten to know at all.

Soulmate animals couldn't die. That didn't mean they couldn't be killed, at least for a little while.

Bubble had been killed three times that Ghost can remember.

A copy of Modern Warefare 2 (2009) strategy guidebook

Warmth brushed against his fingertips. Warmth?

Warmth was a precious commodity in the Riley household. Physical warmth was fleeting, chased away by freezing drafts and broken windows and broken raidators. And warmth of another kind, from gentle touches and soft looks, was saved for lonesome nights and locked doors. For waiting for snores and sneaking beneath worn-thin blankets. Those few snatches of comfort he held close to his chest, fingers bloodless and white from his tight grip.

Warmth wasn't something that he felt on a night like this, when he could feel his whole body aching and pounding in time with the erratic beat of his heart. So why was there something warm, something soft and comforting and warm, plastered to his shivering back?