ShaneMitchieDrabble.
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Summary : "I want to fly, Shane."
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"I want to fly, Shane." She once told him when they were swinging, staring at the wall of stars above their head with her dark chocolate eyes shining and sparkling with some overwhelming emotion greater than herself, and he was observing her just as silently. When he gave no audible response, she had decided it was better to just carry on talking.
"It'll be magical, won't it?" She asked, tilting her head to the side as she looked at him, the swinging still in pace.
He nodded, but none of it made sense to him. How could flying be magical? , he asked his nine-year self, his raven hair falling in his eyes, which he shook away in annoyance.
"But," he began, voice below a whisper as she turned all her attention to him and suddenly he wasn't sure about what he wanted to say to her in the first place, "what if you got shot by some hunter-dude?" he remembered his original thought and questioned, like it was the nastiest thing that could happen.
She groaned, abruptly stopping the swing just to dramatically sigh and put her head in her hands. "Stupid boy brains."
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