( he lets go of the door. he lets go of everything weighing him into the shallows and depths he feels underneath him as she comes forward. his arms open and the force of her body rocks him back before she pulls him in. pulls him somewhere far better than here or in a thousand universes, somewhere so rare and precious because it is her with her loving abandon taking him in; filling up that space where it is her body pressed against his and her arms enveloping him.
she is warm, and he has never felt more needful of warmth now. he has never felt more humbled by it or more in submission of its power; despite the despair, despite his anguish, despite the aching and uncertainties he has felt in clementine's betrayed regard, the horror in jessie's, the lost love and belief in rebekah's, his eyes close. after that suspended moment his palms press into her lower back, one above the other. he leans his cheek to hers as if he cannot feel her close enough, and rubs his hands in slow half circles, switching them along her spine. )
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull;
she is warm, and he has never felt more needful of warmth now. he has never felt more humbled by it or more in submission of its power; despite the despair, despite his anguish, despite the aching and uncertainties he has felt in clementine's betrayed regard, the horror in jessie's, the lost love and belief in rebekah's, his eyes close. after that suspended moment his palms press into her lower back, one above the other. he leans his cheek to hers as if he cannot feel her close enough, and rubs his hands in slow half circles, switching them along her spine. )