Thee And Me
Her fingers gently pushed further into his back, memorizing the cool warmth exuding from him.
"Will you help me?" She barely whispered, her grip on him relaxing as she retreated back. The vine-like grip in their arms slivered down to their joined hands, still too afraid to let go. He nodded mutely before standing up and offering a hand, her legs trembling slightly as the room swayed. Catching her effortlessly, he pushed her back down into the chair, grabbing the basin and rag as he walked around the large wings to her back. Dark, nearly black, blood soaked the entire back of her dress. He recognized the mouse grey feathers, reminiscing the feather she shared with him just yesterday. Even tho