[The words hadn't left her mouth with the demand of finding their counterparts. She'd released them into the ether because it seemed foolish not to, because he drove out of her things she would've kept buried and hidden in the darkest depths of her, because she needed him to know.
But the words hadn't been a ransom for his own.
When she hears the inner war he wages, she doesn't tell him not to - she doesn't tell him to disregard his fears, his tribulations. But she softens herself beneath him. She lets her limbs and flesh and bone melt like rubber in the sun. Her fingers continue their work at raking the fields of his hair, her other twisting to interlace with the fingers of the hand he'd skated across her imPort mark.
She turns her head to press her cheek to his forehead, lets her eyes close again.
Doesn't dream of anything in particular this time. Finds that all she wants to dream of is already here.]
Mama would've loved you for saying that. [She lets out a quiet breath of a laugh, kissing his dampened forehead.] What changed your mind?
YOU'RE LOVELY
But the words hadn't been a ransom for his own.
When she hears the inner war he wages, she doesn't tell him not to - she doesn't tell him to disregard his fears, his tribulations. But she softens herself beneath him. She lets her limbs and flesh and bone melt like rubber in the sun. Her fingers continue their work at raking the fields of his hair, her other twisting to interlace with the fingers of the hand he'd skated across her imPort mark.
She turns her head to press her cheek to his forehead, lets her eyes close again.
Doesn't dream of anything in particular this time. Finds that all she wants to dream of is already here.]
Mama would've loved you for saying that. [She lets out a quiet breath of a laugh, kissing his dampened forehead.] What changed your mind?