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Gale let himself welcome her embrace, corners of his lips tilting upwards as he curled in. |
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Kayla slept like that, clinging to him |
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Gale slept curled into him, not waking at dawn as he usually did. |
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Kayla woke with the sun, watching Gale with a soft smile. She kissed his chin, snuggling in |
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Gale stayed asleep, a daze without nightmares for once. |
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She watched him, eventually getting up and combing through her hair. Her hair looked almost slightly curly, nearly like waterfall curls |
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Gale woke up, hair a mess. "Morning," He croaked, voice low and gravvely from sleep. |
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"Good morning, handsome" She said, kissing him and running a hand through his hair with a smile |
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Gale grinned, resting his head against her leg as she combed through his hair. |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
