Puck was lying down on a picnic rug at the base of a broad tree with Marley in his arms. Some things are so natural they are effortless ... and loving is one of them.
Sliding back into familiarity was simple for them both, especially as each had held the other's secret and quietly yearned for that same company. It seemed that the past had melted away in this moment and that Marley and Puck had both re-found themselves.
He leant back placing one arm behind his head and said, "The universal salve is salvation".
She crinkled her brow and laughed, completely ignoring any depth this comment might have.
Marley loved the way Puck contemplated things philosophically, but rarely understood what he was on about. She trusted in his thinking all the same.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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