screenshot of text that reads: nd his scent is stronger, too. cherry shifts, working her nose against the soft skin of his neck and rough fabric of his choker. she inhales, thancred flooding her senses. she relaxes further. he chuckles softly. “comfortable?” “you do not smell like this, back home,” she explains quietly. it’s easier if she’s quiet. “you smell… sick. incomplete. wrong. but here… here you smell like you.” “and what do I smell like?” he asks, his voice equally soft. his gloved hand moves from her ear to her hair, combing through her ponytail gently. there is something restrained in his touch, and cherry knows in her gut that they are both preventing themselves from rolling around in the flowers, their bodies glued together. she inhales deeply again, filling her lungs with him. she wants to keep him inside, forever. her eyes water. she squeezes them shut more tightly. “musk and body odor, worn leather and something woody. warm clove and amber. something fresh and green. oil and gunpowder… and…” he scoffs quietly. “musk and body odor, hm? what else?” “you smell like *home*, thancred.”
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