[There's a soft flutter of warm breath against Cor's cheek with the words, a fond little huff of his own. He says it so readily, so matter-of-factly, that someone could almost assume he's taking Cor's question completely literally.
Isn't that what he's doing, though? Exploding with sound and color and light, throwing off sparks far and wide, trying to melt away the gray pall that hangs over Cor's heart, trying to coax color and warmth to blossom again and take root where it had all faded away.....]
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[There's a soft flutter of warm breath against Cor's cheek with the words, a fond little huff of his own. He says it so readily, so matter-of-factly, that someone could almost assume he's taking Cor's question completely literally.
Isn't that what he's doing, though? Exploding with sound and color and light, throwing off sparks far and wide, trying to melt away the gray pall that hangs over Cor's heart, trying to coax color and warmth to blossom again and take root where it had all faded away.....]