【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(30)
Tommy nodded with all the solemnity of a judge announcing someone’s death sentence. Wilbur and Technoblade exchanged glances—Technoblade, one of bewilderment, and Wilbur, one of utmost betrayal.
That was how they found themselves wasting the morning away, sitting together on the damp grass. Wilbur leaned back on his hands and raised his face to the sun, letting the light settle against his skin. He could hear Tommy scurrying around, gathering flowers, as the spring breeze blew through the garden.
For a moment, all Wilbur could feel was a sudden, all-consuming affection—not for anything in particular. For everything. For the brilliant spinning wheel in the sky turning everything into burnished gold. For the soft dirt beneath his hands. For the air in his lungs and the pollen on his tongue. For the distant sound of his brother’s footsteps. For the boy sitting beside him that, against all odds, Wilbur found he might actually like beyond mere tolerance. For the levity that had started to chase away the more exhausting thoughts.
That was how they found themselves wasting the morning away, sitting together on the damp grass. Wilbur leaned back on his hands and raised his face to the sun, letting the light settle against his skin. He could hear Tommy scurrying around, gathering flowers, as the spring breeze blew through the garden.
For a moment, all Wilbur could feel was a sudden, all-consuming affection—not for anything in particular. For everything. For the brilliant spinning wheel in the sky turning everything into burnished gold. For the soft dirt beneath his hands. For the air in his lungs and the pollen on his tongue. For the distant sound of his brother’s footsteps. For the boy sitting beside him that, against all odds, Wilbur found he might actually like beyond mere tolerance. For the levity that had started to chase away the more exhausting thoughts.
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