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🪐 — JAMES BARNES​.

she becomes an act of salvation, a promise that there is better somewhere in his cartilage, an old, softened feeling beckoned to the surface by her fingertips. he offers nothing but the ashes of him, the rot and the ruin of potential, and watches as artists fingers rearrange shattered parts into something she could love. if there is goodness still within him, one patch of skin untouched by the flood and the fire, then she has found it, has allowed it to find itself through the rot. the hand he holds is clasped gently, face leaning into where her fingertips lie, allowing any sense of gentleness to wash through his bones, hoping her touch will imprint itself so deep that he will feel it when away, that he will know there is something good still waiting for him.          ❛  pick a restaurant, anywhere you want to try, and i’ll book it on my way back.  ❜        something to think about, a focus point that he can cling to when destruction rains upon him. 

         SHE KNOWS HE MUST LEAVE,  but james is still here for now,  &  birdie doesn’t want to take even a moment of this brief scrap of time they have together for granted. his face leans into her touch, a subtle pressure against her palm. his words are the promise of an after, one where they will be able to sit together like this once again. an affirmation of a future that he will be present  &  awake to see  —  perhaps even one they will be able to share. &  birdie could never tell him not to go when he needed, but at least she can believe him when he says that he will return to her. the hand falls from his face with a modicum of hesitance, even as her other remains stubbornly entwined in his. ❝ is this you asking me out for a date ? ❞  but she’s only teasing, humor coloring her tone as a smile gradually returns to her lips, never able to be kept away for long.