( She mutters more to herself than to him, head bowed towards her chest in thought. What hasn't Hadriel changed about her life and self in these few years? Now even the one fundamental belief she'd had — that once it was all over, life would go back to normal, without any changes — seems to be crumbling.
He's not the only one who doesn't want to give this up. None of this had been part of her plans, her assumptions of how returning to Hadriel would go or what she would end up feeling for the young man trying to make heads or tails of the new world he's been tossed into. But going against those assumptions made her happier than she can remember being for... well, perhaps ever. He's given her countless reasons to try, to relax, to not get out of bed at the crack of dawn, and losing those things — that smile, the gentle grip of her hands, kisses pressed to her knuckles — is something she'd resigned herself to, the same way she'd resigned herself to a lifetime of working at The Agency.
And that thought? When she's ten years away from that place, with a clinic of her own and a whole new skillset? That's the final chip at the cracks in the wall of fear which has her resisting.
This, undoubtedly, is absolutely insane. She has no idea how she's going to explain any of Hadriel to her friends in a way that doesn't have them worrying for her sanity or drinking habits. But this makes her happy. He makes her happy. And the kind of happiness he gives her is something she's never been able to find back home. )
... Alright. ( The answer comes in an exhale, the release of so much weight, the undoing of a knot in her chest she'd barely noticed. ) Come home with me.
( Four little words which almost leave her dizzy as they leave her lips. )
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Date: 2019-06-23 08:06 pm (UTC)( She mutters more to herself than to him, head bowed towards her chest in thought. What hasn't Hadriel changed about her life and self in these few years? Now even the one fundamental belief she'd had — that once it was all over, life would go back to normal, without any changes — seems to be crumbling.
He's not the only one who doesn't want to give this up. None of this had been part of her plans, her assumptions of how returning to Hadriel would go or what she would end up feeling for the young man trying to make heads or tails of the new world he's been tossed into. But going against those assumptions made her happier than she can remember being for... well, perhaps ever. He's given her countless reasons to try, to relax, to not get out of bed at the crack of dawn, and losing those things — that smile, the gentle grip of her hands, kisses pressed to her knuckles — is something she'd resigned herself to, the same way she'd resigned herself to a lifetime of working at The Agency.
And that thought? When she's ten years away from that place, with a clinic of her own and a whole new skillset? That's the final chip at the cracks in the wall of fear which has her resisting.
This, undoubtedly, is absolutely insane. She has no idea how she's going to explain any of Hadriel to her friends in a way that doesn't have them worrying for her sanity or drinking habits. But this makes her happy. He makes her happy. And the kind of happiness he gives her is something she's never been able to find back home. )
... Alright. ( The answer comes in an exhale, the release of so much weight, the undoing of a knot in her chest she'd barely noticed. ) Come home with me.
( Four little words which almost leave her dizzy as they leave her lips. )