[ when she says tak, he's almost frightened he's in the dream suddenly again, but when her hands reach him, unlike in the world where he hadn't been able to make the connection, he feels the cool of her palms soothing him, shifting into a shared warmth between her skin and his. he listens to her voice, letting it ground him, bringing him back into the world of this tiny mattress, into their little corner, their private world they've made into a safe haven for themselves.
with her aid, his breath begins to slowly steady, albeit still deep with quiet sighs, and he brings up his own hands to slide against her wrists, slim and soft to the touch. with closed eyes, his fingers rise against her knuckles, feeling out the curve of the bones, pressing gently to brings her palms further against his cheeks.
he breathes. once and then again. inhale. exhale. she's here. she's alive.
even as he calms, he doesn't open his eyes, simply feeling her, letting him soak up her presence through touch. he doesn't trust his sight, relying on her heat to tell him what's real. ]
You were right. [ he says quietly through the silent air, the room empty save for the space they take up together in this corner. ] I — I see it. The ash. I see it everywhere.
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with her aid, his breath begins to slowly steady, albeit still deep with quiet sighs, and he brings up his own hands to slide against her wrists, slim and soft to the touch. with closed eyes, his fingers rise against her knuckles, feeling out the curve of the bones, pressing gently to brings her palms further against his cheeks.
he breathes. once and then again. inhale. exhale. she's here. she's alive.
even as he calms, he doesn't open his eyes, simply feeling her, letting him soak up her presence through touch. he doesn't trust his sight, relying on her heat to tell him what's real. ]
You were right. [ he says quietly through the silent air, the room empty save for the space they take up together in this corner. ] I — I see it. The ash. I see it everywhere.