[ when his eyes find hers again, really find hers again, the fear that he might turn and run from her just like poe had dissipates. in its place, there is a certainty of purpose. no matter how cold and distant he acts, she has seen the truth of him now in more than just a vision across the galaxy. he's as trapped by the gravity of this terrible intimacy as she is.
had she really suspected him immune? she had begun to. dreaded another case of investing more of herself than anyone else ever would in her. but no.
her breath is ragged, labored, coming in and out through parted lips as she feels him come down from that precipice with her. her hand drags down his face, savoring the contact, but steadily recognizing that the need for it has passed. he's here with her. ]
No. [ they breathe together, in sync. is that why she suddenly feels like every inhale is a gasp to fill thirsty lungs? because he had been starving himself of oxygen in an effort to resist? she leaves her fingertips lingering on his jaw for just a moment before she pulls back.
she sits back on her heels, only then realizing she had turned her whole body when she grabbed his face. instead of sitting with her back to the wall in parallel to him, she kneels facing him. the bed is soft under her weight, yet she can feel the wooden floor has scraped her knees. the marks will tell her this wasn't real, but she knows it is.
she gains momentum when she speaks again, a fervid rhythm to her speech, impassioned with all the adrenaline that makes her pulse race. ] We're getting stronger.
[ not just the bond. the two of them, together, are strengthening it. perhaps a mere philosophical distinction, but one that feels … important. to her. she feels … powerful. alive. the weakness and woe brought on by poe's departure distant for the time being. ]
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had she really suspected him immune? she had begun to. dreaded another case of investing more of herself than anyone else ever would in her. but no.
her breath is ragged, labored, coming in and out through parted lips as she feels him come down from that precipice with her. her hand drags down his face, savoring the contact, but steadily recognizing that the need for it has passed. he's here with her. ]
No. [ they breathe together, in sync. is that why she suddenly feels like every inhale is a gasp to fill thirsty lungs? because he had been starving himself of oxygen in an effort to resist? she leaves her fingertips lingering on his jaw for just a moment before she pulls back.
she sits back on her heels, only then realizing she had turned her whole body when she grabbed his face. instead of sitting with her back to the wall in parallel to him, she kneels facing him. the bed is soft under her weight, yet she can feel the wooden floor has scraped her knees. the marks will tell her this wasn't real, but she knows it is.
she gains momentum when she speaks again, a fervid rhythm to her speech, impassioned with all the adrenaline that makes her pulse race. ] We're getting stronger.
[ not just the bond. the two of them, together, are strengthening it. perhaps a mere philosophical distinction, but one that feels … important. to her. she feels … powerful. alive. the weakness and woe brought on by poe's departure distant for the time being. ]