[ It is a moment that lingers on, and one she wouldn't mind being swept up in for a while, if it could blanket all else. If no other moment mattered than this one. This time he does not push for more and she does not seek it, either, simply enjoying it for what it is.
It lasts, until she remembers the twist of guilt in her, as she gently pulls her lips away, though if he's still willing to remain close, remains within his arms. Her hand lowers to rest below his shoulder, using it more to steady herself from the shifting tides within. The emotion, the need, the imbalance of it all, and yet to be so vulnerable to that offered tenderness.
Such a thing she could not have ever hoped to truly feel again.
Was something amiss? With her, or with him, to have caused this? No, he had done nothing wrong; it was her, always her. Logic attempted to pierce through, a knife through the comfort, sharp and ever a reminder that for all he wanted to protect he should at least know. He had already so many burdens to bear, he did not need her own, but that should be his choice. If she could but muster the words, but she still can barely speak for all that's twisted up inside. ]
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Date: 2019-12-31 04:52 pm (UTC)It lasts, until she remembers the twist of guilt in her, as she gently pulls her lips away, though if he's still willing to remain close, remains within his arms. Her hand lowers to rest below his shoulder, using it more to steady herself from the shifting tides within. The emotion, the need, the imbalance of it all, and yet to be so vulnerable to that offered tenderness.
Such a thing she could not have ever hoped to truly feel again.
Was something amiss? With her, or with him, to have caused this? No, he had done nothing wrong; it was her, always her. Logic attempted to pierce through, a knife through the comfort, sharp and ever a reminder that for all he wanted to protect he should at least know. He had already so many burdens to bear, he did not need her own, but that should be his choice. If she could but muster the words, but she still can barely speak for all that's twisted up inside. ]