goodHere is a little Insta!fic to tide you over until your other prezzie is finished.
They danced through the stars. Growing and rising upward upon the fastest of winged chariots. Selflessly ignoring danger and impossibilities became possible.
Their broken hearts littering the road beneath their feet; the pieces becoming the gravel that strengthened them to continue on and face further challenges.
They laugh and cry, scream and shoot and they go on. Leaning against one another. Listening as another talks of family and hope. Each understanding that sometimes the words must be spoken, even with silence.
