[ she could lie here as long as they like, as long as her consciousness would allow, simply experiencing one another. she holds him while he weeps, and while her own eyes and cheeks are wet she doesn't have the energy to sob as he does though they experience it as one nonetheless. she murmurs and hushes him, dragging her fingernails against his scalp and her kisses over his brow until at last he begins to run out of tears and settle in her arms, weary and spent.
her eyes close against the drag of his fingertips while he touches her face, and in this moment somehow she is able to feel.. peace. if this is the last thing she is to know, to experience, then perhaps she can pass with happiness in her heart.
but when he speaks her eyes crack open again, gazing pensively into his face, her thumb gliding beneath his eyes to catch his tears. ]
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her eyes close against the drag of his fingertips while he touches her face, and in this moment somehow she is able to feel.. peace. if this is the last thing she is to know, to experience, then perhaps she can pass with happiness in her heart.
but when he speaks her eyes crack open again, gazing pensively into his face, her thumb gliding beneath his eyes to catch his tears. ]
Yes, love?