[Her hands moves up from the nape of his neck to the back of his head, fingers threading through hair as she cradles it, letting him hide his face in the hollow of her collarbone. She feels him breathe, the shake of it impossible not to notice, and remembers the moment when he'd ceased to do even that, if only for a short while.
It's ever present, how temporary all of this is, and it scares her. Not because she might lose something, but because she might regret the things she doesn't say and do, because she'll never get this time back, and the day will come when it will be like it never happened.
She's been wasting it. Rebekah's departure proves that even more.
Her own breath stills, her words quiet when she speaks, a question that she isn't sure is right but she also isn't sure she cares.]
...Do you want me to stay?
[It's not just about feeling bad about leaving him like this, no matter how much time would pass before she did so. It's about the fact that she wants to be here, but it's about his grief now. He'd given her the space she'd asked for when their situations were reversed; this time, it's up to him.]
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull;
It's ever present, how temporary all of this is, and it scares her. Not because she might lose something, but because she might regret the things she doesn't say and do, because she'll never get this time back, and the day will come when it will be like it never happened.
She's been wasting it. Rebekah's departure proves that even more.
Her own breath stills, her words quiet when she speaks, a question that she isn't sure is right but she also isn't sure she cares.]
...Do you want me to stay?
[It's not just about feeling bad about leaving him like this, no matter how much time would pass before she did so. It's about the fact that she wants to be here, but it's about his grief now. He'd given her the space she'd asked for when their situations were reversed; this time, it's up to him.]