[ he suffers the same selfishness as she: a terrible gratitude and gut-clenching relief as she steps forward to embrace him without hesitation and with nothing but the welcome and need of home. whatever love and hatred has existed between them over the centuries, this has been rare. he knows even as he lifts his arms to return the embrace when she must be from; he knows it before she speaks. (he knows it, her outfit notwithstanding~)
but it is still a cold dousing; he moves away, reaches for her wrist to see it unmarred, smooth and pale. he stares at it cradled in his palm as if in doing so the mark might appear, much to his terror.
it doesn't, and he lifts his wide, full gaze to her.
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but it is still a cold dousing; he moves away, reaches for her wrist to see it unmarred, smooth and pale. he stares at it cradled in his palm as if in doing so the mark might appear, much to his terror.
it doesn't, and he lifts his wide, full gaze to her.
they are both all right. ]