zari tarazi | dctv

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[nifties]

It doesn't occur to him that people would be concerned about that sort of thing until after her defensiveness runs its course. John frowns, freeing one of his arms from their tangle to squeeze her opposite shoulder and kiss her throat sweetly.

"That was my weird thing, not yours," he assures her before calling up the lyrics of the song no one ever sung to him as a babe. Yet he remembers a certain nun singing it, it isn't tied to her just an odd callback that thankfully doesn't have any baggage attached. He sings soft and low, his voice a bit higher than one might expect when he isn't screaming punk songs. "Sleep oh babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall, Aeval from the grey rock comes, to wrap the world in thrall..."

[influenceher]

She accepts the assurance with a pleased smile. It doesn't fade as he starts. That is exactly as sweet as she thought it would be. Zari exhales audibly as she settles in to listen for the next... ten seconds? Maybe fifteen before she is out like a light. It'll give her sweet dreams for sure.