[ she can almost, almost pretend that they're youths again, innocent, before war and death and sorrow. but she knows better, and knows that she cannot simply stand aside this time and allow him to walk the same path. she'd always before allowed him to be her strength-- but in the time they'd been parted, she'd learned her own.
her fingers tighten against his own, all but trembling against him, and she doesn't care a whit about the image they present, paused on the dance floor as they are. ]
.. There is so much more that I must share with you, so much I must tell you. [ even as her heart reaches for his, even as she wishes to open herself entirely to him, to be as they'd once been, she doesn't dare. not yet. ]
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her fingers tighten against his own, all but trembling against him, and she doesn't care a whit about the image they present, paused on the dance floor as they are. ]
.. There is so much more that I must share with you, so much I must tell you. [ even as her heart reaches for his, even as she wishes to open herself entirely to him, to be as they'd once been, she doesn't dare. not yet. ]