Branch awoke with a yawn, his body heavy with sadness. He sat up on the edge of his bed, his gaze falling upon Floyd's sleeping form on the cot beside him. The events of the previous day washed over him like a relentless tidal wave.
Slowly, he rose from the bed and shuffled quietly to the bathroom. As he looked into the mirror, his reflection stared back at him, a stranger haunted by loss. His hair was a tangled mess, and dark circles hung heavily beneath his eyes. The weight of the previous day's events had etched itself into his features, leaving an imprint of despair.
He splashed cold water onto his face, trying to wash away the worry. But images of Poppy in danger clung to him like a stubborn shadow, refusing to be banished. The sight of her, trapped and vulnerable, had shattered his heart into a million pieces.
As he turned to leave the bathroom, his gaze fell upon a small, framed photograph on the counter. It was a picture of him and Poppy, taken on a sunny day in Troll Village. They were both smiling, their faces filled with joy. A wave of longing washed over Branch as he reached out and picked up the frame.
He traced his finger over Poppy's image, his heart aching with the realization that everything had changed. The carefree days they had shared were gone, replaced by fear and uncertainty. A single tear escaped his eye and rolled down his cheek.
Suddenly, a noise outside the bathroom door caught his attention. He quickly wiped away his tears and stepped out into his bedroom. Floyd was sitting up on the cot, his eyes wide with concern.
"Branch, are you okay?" he asked softly.
Branch nodded, but his eyes told a different story. Floyd reached out and took his hand.
"I'm here for you," he said. "We'll get through this together."
Branch looked into Floyd's eyes and found a flicker of hope.
"You're right," Branch sniffed.
Floyd stood up and wrapped Branch into a tight embrace. He ran his hands through Branch's hair, using his fingers to gently untangle the knots and rats.
Branch leaned into the embrace, his body trembling slightly. The weight of his worry seemed to melt away as Floyd's warm hands wove through his hair. For a brief moment, he felt a flicker of peace amidst the chaos that had consumed his life.
As Floyd's fingers worked their magic, Branch felt a surge of gratitude wash over him. His brother, who had always been his protector, was now his beacon of hope. In the darkness of their existence, Floyd's love was a radiant star, guiding them through the tempestuous seas of life.
The embrace lingered, a silent testament to their unbreakable bond. It was a moment of respite, a brief sanctuary where they could escape the cruelties of the world.
But as the moment passed, the harsh reality returned. The weight of their struggles pressed down on them once more. Yet, the memory of their embrace remained, a flicker of hope that would sustain them through the search for Poppy.
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Will You Love me?
Fanfiction(VELVET AND VENEER ARE ADULTS!) Floyd has recovered from his time in captivity, and is doing better than ever. He's very appreciative of what his brothers did to save him. After a few months, it seems that what happened in Mount Rageous was complete...
