[ it certainly hurts to hear it, after she had convinced herself so completely that she never would again, that only his recording would keep her company, assure her of his love - but nevertheless, it is a welcome pain. she would bear this ache every day to keep him in her life, to draw him away from silence and death. something like the ghost of a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, soft and weary, while she pulls her damp braid over her shoulder, and runs her fingertips along the ribbon. it's been quite some time since last he did this for her. mayhaps they should make it a more common occurrence. ]
I love you, too.
[ she whispers it almost haltingly, as if saying the words will break whatever spell this is, and wake her from this sweet dream, back into the cold, painful nightmare. but he does not disappear before her eyes. she can still feel the tingling on her scalp where his fingers drew against it so delicately, so sweetly.
but gods, she is too exhausted even to keep her heavy eyelids up. blinking blearily, alisaie tugs the blankets over her legs and curls toward him, nuzzling into her pillow, and after a moment, she reaches to gently thread her fingers through his own. it is the best she can manage. ]
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I love you, too.
[ she whispers it almost haltingly, as if saying the words will break whatever spell this is, and wake her from this sweet dream, back into the cold, painful nightmare. but he does not disappear before her eyes. she can still feel the tingling on her scalp where his fingers drew against it so delicately, so sweetly.
but gods, she is too exhausted even to keep her heavy eyelids up. blinking blearily, alisaie tugs the blankets over her legs and curls toward him, nuzzling into her pillow, and after a moment, she reaches to gently thread her fingers through his own. it is the best she can manage. ]