Sillyness

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

“Oh, my heart.” Jack lamented, pressing his hands to his chest.

She giggled, pressing her ears to his chest. “It sounds fine to me!”

Then his arms wrap around her and he spins her once, before dipping her, eyebrows rising. “B-because it soldiers on despite its ache. I’m quite g-good at doing that, after all.”