The Boy who Circled Time
He didn't try to sing it that night, and he regretted it in the morning, when the attack came.
Red_Two reached out from blanket. He moved slowly, untying his blanket from his front, releasing his arms. His hands unfurled, creases smoothing out silently. His arms stretched, elbows unbent, and moving outwards, spreading wide. Blanket still laid on his head, he looked up, mercurial silver meeting the oceanic blue, locking on, and staying.
Red_Two hugged Emmet Islington tight, refusing to let go, until the blood from his back bled through his bandages.
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