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storyseeker) wrote2017-09-14 09:28 pm
storyseeker) wrote2017-09-14 09:28 pmIC Contact (Hadriel)
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storyseeker) wrote2017-09-14 09:28 pm
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[She should probably get him a clean shirt and something to drink, after the blood loss, but she stays where she is, leaning in closer and taking comfort in his presence.]
You know it's the same for me, right? I'm lucky to have you with me.
[Here, in their world—she's not really thinking about one or the other. Maybe it's overly serious of her, but with him apparently having another near-death experience not so long after they nearly lost each other for other reasons, it feels necessary to say it.]
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[He hums, and a hand tacky with drying blood curls around her elbow, squeezing gently. It's as much movement as he feels like he can manage now, with the adrenaline cooling and the air tasting less like iron and more like whatever shampoo she used in her hair last night.]
Yeah. [It helps to hear these things. He knows he would have killed to hear someone say that to him, once upon a time. He knows he's lucky to hear her say it now.] I love you.
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[Hearing these words, saying them back—it doesn't provide them any real protection in a place like this. They're not magic words, even if sometimes they feel like it. But they mean something all the same.
She gives it a moment longer, letting them both feel the closeness, before she moves to stand.]
You sit back and relax now. I've got it from here.
[Time to get some fresh water to clean his hands and see to whatever comes next. Burning his shirt, maybe.]