[ when his hand starts slipping away, she realizes how desperate she is to cling to it. her pulse quickens, briefly, but only until she glances up to search his face. this isn't a retreat; he's not flinching away, curling back in on himself as he had after the ambush. it's … for now.
however reluctantly, she opens her hand. still she finds her fingers brushing against his hand as they pull back. she wants to savor that warmth. eventually it's just her knuckles brushing the heel of his hand, and then nothing. she presses her lips into a resolved line, accepting the necessity. ]
I will.
[ the room comes back into focus around her. she can no longer sense the movement outside his window. the light filters in differently. the nauseating feeling of double passes. she is herself again, and no one else. it's like coming up for air. ]
But before I do … I think we should try this again. I don't mean now. [ there's a fever in her voice. ] Just that we should keep trying to understand this and master it. I was able to find you during the festival. I could feel you, and follow that feeling. I wonder if we can't do the same thing to provoke this.
[ it's the best lead she has. latching onto that bleed-through she was feeling and chasing it. reaching out for him. ]
I think we should try. [ this time when she reiterates it, the words stand as a haphazard sort of invitation into her life. an open-ended welcome that's sure to be rocky as they sift through it, even assuming it winds up working. ] We should be the ones in control.
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however reluctantly, she opens her hand. still she finds her fingers brushing against his hand as they pull back. she wants to savor that warmth. eventually it's just her knuckles brushing the heel of his hand, and then nothing. she presses her lips into a resolved line, accepting the necessity. ]
I will.
[ the room comes back into focus around her. she can no longer sense the movement outside his window. the light filters in differently. the nauseating feeling of double passes. she is herself again, and no one else. it's like coming up for air. ]
But before I do … I think we should try this again. I don't mean now. [ there's a fever in her voice. ] Just that we should keep trying to understand this and master it. I was able to find you during the festival. I could feel you, and follow that feeling. I wonder if we can't do the same thing to provoke this.
[ it's the best lead she has. latching onto that bleed-through she was feeling and chasing it. reaching out for him. ]
I think we should try. [ this time when she reiterates it, the words stand as a haphazard sort of invitation into her life. an open-ended welcome that's sure to be rocky as they sift through it, even assuming it winds up working. ] We should be the ones in control.