[ it feels like a great weight off of her shoulders, just the simple knowledge that she won't be alone tomorrow, that she won't need to worry about him, and he won't need to worry about her, and they can just.. rest. exist. the fact that alisaie is just as okay with it is proof positive that they need it, considering neither of them are the type to sit back and let the world move around them when there are things to be done. mayhaps it's a lesson learned, to better gauge their own limitations and take them into consideration.
.. at least once in awhile.
when he comes near she's leaning toward him instinctively, and with a cough of a laugh she shuts her watery eyes and turns her face into his palm, nuzzling his warm skin and pressing a kiss there, and another, and a third. for the first time in too long it feels like what he's saying is true, that they will get through this, that they're not feeding themselves a lie simply to continue getting by. ]
Of course.
[ a deep breath, and alisaie sits a little straighter, squeezing his uplifted hands with her own before she finally sets to work.. doing what she's meant to be doing, and scrubbing herself clean. she takes the bar of soap from its dish and begins to lather her hair, it's by and large the tallest hill to climb, snarled and tangled as it is. but she hadn't missed what he'd said about the cure - alisaie's eyes flit to his face, and they're reddened and tired but there's clear interest there. ]
no subject
.. at least once in awhile.
when he comes near she's leaning toward him instinctively, and with a cough of a laugh she shuts her watery eyes and turns her face into his palm, nuzzling his warm skin and pressing a kiss there, and another, and a third. for the first time in too long it feels like what he's saying is true, that they will get through this, that they're not feeding themselves a lie simply to continue getting by. ]
Of course.
[ a deep breath, and alisaie sits a little straighter, squeezing his uplifted hands with her own before she finally sets to work.. doing what she's meant to be doing, and scrubbing herself clean. she takes the bar of soap from its dish and begins to lather her hair, it's by and large the tallest hill to climb, snarled and tangled as it is. but she hadn't missed what he'd said about the cure - alisaie's eyes flit to his face, and they're reddened and tired but there's clear interest there. ]
What have you heard? About this cure?