Distant Sobbing Ensues - Blog Posts

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eris morn holding onto drifter's coins, feeling the cold jade and engraved markings in her bed while falling asleep, unpracticed in the way he turns and flips them in his hands so she only holds them tightly as if it were a piece of him. the new ones smell of aftershave and jasmine from laying in his pockets throughout the day. kissing the side of it affectionately like a good luck charm, carrying one with her, so close to her heart as if trying to meld it into her very being drifter after witnessing her be impaled, returning to her desolate room, desperate and alone, seeing the collection of coins on her dresser and picking one up. it smells like dust and caraway, warmed by what shreds of sunlight that break through the windows. Caressing it slowly, carefully. It only reminds him of her skin and he weeps while holding it