Seven short stays in apartments or hotels, seven different planets, seven meetings with alien dignitaries — they all passed before Thane’s eyes with a hesitance that was born of him wanting to be in one very specific place, a place he couldn’t visit again until he was given word.
So when his head trailed to thoughts of orange curls and freckles and Caelie’s infectious laugh, he wrote to her, knowing well enough that she needed his words just as much as he needed to write them down.
Oh, Abby! That was absolutely lovely. I keep reading it over and over, this is just—I can’t even—I—
I love this. It makes me want to do more for that pair, because I haven’t written or drawn anything for Cae in so long and I miss doing it and this reminded me of how much fun it was, and the brainstorming we did, and asdfghjkl
All the thank yous. All of them. ;U;