( there is no reason for closed doors, denied comforts, or for shame, not between them and not tonight. it is not the first nor the last time he has given himself to the solace in her arms, and though a mere hour ago he might've turned away or lashed out with anger, embroiled in his own bitter sorrows, he does not now. he will not. he does not want to.
he wants to hold her. he wants to feel her holding him. he wants to be reminded of the goodness in life, in him, in her, in this.
she reminds him. with her touch, her words, her vow. she lets him breathe with that reminder.
he is sorry too. tear prick his eyes. they burn. one of his hands moves up her back to cradle the nape of her neck. to cling. ) Rebekah's gone.
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull;
he wants to hold her. he wants to feel her holding him. he wants to be reminded of the goodness in life, in him, in her, in this.
she reminds him. with her touch, her words, her vow. she lets him breathe with that reminder.
he is sorry too. tear prick his eyes. they burn. one of his hands moves up her back to cradle the nape of her neck. to cling. ) Rebekah's gone.