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Charcoal and Cerulean
More Than a Year Ago
Joan can see it over time. Boone. His behaviour.
Their walks are regular now. He always waits for her outside the kitchen door with his shirt tucked in and his face and hands scrubbed as clean as possible.
His smile comes easily now, less forced and more cheesecloth. He still calls her Miss Joaneveive though, and shakes his head furiously when she asks him not to.
It’s a cloudy morning with fog covering the top halves of the forest when Joan feels a shift.
She sits on the steps outside the kitchen with her shawl wrapped around her shoulders. She doesn’t mind that he is late, but she does find it odd.
The thought barely takes flight when he appears in the distance, and, upon catching sight of her, breaks into a jog.
He hesitates when he reaches her and sticks out his hand.
Joan stares at it, but smiles and takes it before he can panic and withdraw.
He begins to tell her a funny story of what happened earlier in the day, wheeling her towards the field as he talks, and Joan feels it, and regardless of whether it is a righting or a skewing between them, she is glad.
(**A/N: Shout out to exhaleink! She's an IRL friend of mine and I didn't update on her birthday (May 9th) like I planned to D; Happy Belated Birthday, hon!
This is just a little filler. Will be updating in like two minutes with the next, because they're both really short. Couldn't lump them together though, since they occur at different times. Show some love to both chapters, please? :D)
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