Chapter 6 — The Willow in the Rain
694 Words
The night had grown heavy.
Clouds drifted low over the forest, swallowing the moon piece by piece.
Star had walked farther than she meant to.
Past the hills.
Past the road.
Through unfamiliar trees that whispered in the dark.
She didn’t realize where she was.
Not until she reached a willow tree at the edge of a clearing — long silver branches brushing the earth like gentle fingers.
Beyond it stood a cabin.
Warm light glowed faintly from the windows.
She was too tired to think.
Too exhausted to turn back.
The grass beneath the willow felt soft — almost like a bed made of earth and rain-scented air. She curled beneath the sweeping branches, hugging her arms around herself.
The first drop of rain fell against her cheek.
Then another.
Soft.
Warm.
Lulling.
Within minutes, she was asleep.
Deep.
Unaware.
—
Inside the cabin, Bones paused mid-step.
“Did you hear that?”
Slash looked up from the window.
“Rain?”
“No.”
Bones stepped onto the porch, rain dampening his shoulders instantly. His eyes scanned the yard — the fence, the grass, the clearing—
The willow tree.
Something small lay beneath it.
Slash followed.
They approached slowly.
And then they saw her.
Curled into herself in the wet grass. Glitter faint under rain. Glasses slightly askew. Breath soft and steady in deep slumber.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
“She found us,” s***h whispered.
Bones crouched carefully beside her. Rain dampened her clothes, darkened her hair, clung to her lashes.
“She’s freezing.”
Gently — so gently — Bones slid one arm beneath her knees while s***h supported her shoulders.
She didn’t stir.
Not even when Bones lifted her fully into his arms.
She felt impossibly light.
Fragile.
Trusting without knowing she was trusting.
Rain followed them to the porch.
Inside, the cabin felt warmer than ever.
Slash closed the door softly behind them.
They laid her on the couch near the fire.
For a second, they just looked at her.
The girl who ran.
The girl who never gave her name.
The girl who somehow found her way into their yard.
Slash knelt first, brushing damp strands of hair away from her face.
“She’s really here,” he murmured.
Bones fetched a dry blanket, moving with controlled care. They removed her soaked jacket and shoes — nothing more — preserving her modesty, keeping everything gentle.
They wrapped her in warmth.
Bones brought a soft towel, carefully patting rain from her hair. His hands were steady — but slower than usual.
Like he feared waking her.
Slash adjusted her glasses on the small table beside her.
“She looks younger when she sleeps,” he said quietly.
“Innocent,” Bones replied.
The fire cracked softly.
Rain tapped against the windows.
Star shifted slightly in her sleep, brow furrowing faintly — as if even in dreams she sensed their presence.
Slash leaned back on his heels.
“She ran from us.”
“Yes.”
“And now she’s in our living room.”
Bones’ gaze darkened — not cruel, but intense.
“She’s safe here.”
A pause.
Then softer—
“She doesn’t know that yet.”
Star breathed in slowly, deeply. The scent of pinewood and smoke surrounded her.
Her fingers curled slightly into the blanket.
Unaware of the way two pairs of eyes watched her like something sacred.
Not ownership.
Not force.
But something darker than simple affection.
Devotion.
Obsession wrapped in restraint.
Slash stood and dimmed the lights further.
“We don’t wake her.”
“No.”
“We don’t scare her.”
“No.”
Bones pulled a chair closer to the couch, sitting beside her like a silent guardian.
Slash remained near the fireplace, watching the rise and fall of her chest.
Outside, rain continued to fall softly over the yard.
Under the willow tree where she had slept moments before.
Inside, warmth.
Stillness.
And two brothers who had sworn nothing in this world could touch her now.
Never letting her go.
Not by chains.
Not by force.
But by something far more dangerous—
Patience.
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