[ She doesn't hesitate, as she climbs up on his back. Her knees locking around her hips, her arms going around his shoulders. Her head resting on his shoulder, her purse tucked in one hand as she settles on his back. Easy as when they were children. Pressing her chest against his back and trying to helpfully as she could to keep her hair out of his way. ]
Are you ever sick of carrying me about?
[ He gives her so much, she thinks often, he lets her be so selfish of him, his time. When he serves as much as any man, if not more so to her mind, in a myriad of little cruelties that he will never be rewarded as he should be for. Lets her draw him into her to keep herself breathing when she swears she will drown. ]
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Are you ever sick of carrying me about?
[ He gives her so much, she thinks often, he lets her be so selfish of him, his time. When he serves as much as any man, if not more so to her mind, in a myriad of little cruelties that he will never be rewarded as he should be for. Lets her draw him into her to keep herself breathing when she swears she will drown. ]