His breath comes deeper in his chest, pain dulled, and he's grateful for it. Not just the healing, but for feeling like he has a piece of her with him.
Her hand slides over his, soft and warm, and he breathes out easier, like he's finally processing she isn't going anywhere, isn't rejecting what he's telling her. Wen she speaks again, it's his turn to get teary. Her hand strays to his cheek, and he sits rigid and frozen for a moment, mind convinced he's going to scare her off if he does the wrong thing.
It doesn't register immediately that she's kissing him, but when it does, he tightens his hold on her cheek, liquid escaping his eyes as he makes a low sound of -- apology, relief, affection.
"Yes you will," he says, but there's no negativity in it. His face stays close to hers, nose pressed into her cheek. "But you're willing to give me a chance, even when things look terrible, and that's more than I could have asked for." He presses his lips to hers again, choking back the sob he feels growing in his chest, and this time when he breaks the kiss he pulls her to him with his good arm, other one resting loosely around her and he just breathes in being here, being together.
"You should go get something hot to eat," he murmurs. "And a bath, if you want it, and then if you're so inclined, you should come rest with me." He can tell the magic is already taking hold, and his eyes are getting heavy.
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Date: 2023-02-22 08:33 pm (UTC)Her hand slides over his, soft and warm, and he breathes out easier, like he's finally processing she isn't going anywhere, isn't rejecting what he's telling her. Wen she speaks again, it's his turn to get teary. Her hand strays to his cheek, and he sits rigid and frozen for a moment, mind convinced he's going to scare her off if he does the wrong thing.
It doesn't register immediately that she's kissing him, but when it does, he tightens his hold on her cheek, liquid escaping his eyes as he makes a low sound of -- apology, relief, affection.
"Yes you will," he says, but there's no negativity in it. His face stays close to hers, nose pressed into her cheek. "But you're willing to give me a chance, even when things look terrible, and that's more than I could have asked for." He presses his lips to hers again, choking back the sob he feels growing in his chest, and this time when he breaks the kiss he pulls her to him with his good arm, other one resting loosely around her and he just breathes in being here, being together.
"You should go get something hot to eat," he murmurs. "And a bath, if you want it, and then if you're so inclined, you should come rest with me." He can tell the magic is already taking hold, and his eyes are getting heavy.