( She uses the closeness to inhale the familiar scent of him, to try and wash away the guilt that gnaws at her. Years on years of pushing it away should make this easy, but the gods never allow that, do they?
It's the same twist, the same dogged train of thought she felt last time she was here, soon after Sharon had unleashed the fog over the city. She takes a deeper breath and presses her forehead against his side lightly, closes her eyes against it and it almost feels like a respite. They quiet to a whisper instead of scream and the warmth of bodies pressed together comforts her despite the stuffy heat of the city which all but blankets them.
His presence fills the room more than the heat does, turning a simple one room house from a place to sleep to a place to unwind. It seeped into her bones, unnoticed until it was all too late to escape from it, found its way inside her in quiet moments of falling asleep from exhaustion and taking breaks together.
But the moment of silence breaks under the simple stiffness under her hands, too sudden and too strange to be normal. )
... Something wrong?
( The words come through clear, unobstructed by sleep or exhaustion, and she lifts her head from his shoulder, the knots beginning to tighten in her gut. )
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Date: 2018-04-21 10:31 pm (UTC)It's the same twist, the same dogged train of thought she felt last time she was here, soon after Sharon had unleashed the fog over the city. She takes a deeper breath and presses her forehead against his side lightly, closes her eyes against it and it almost feels like a respite. They quiet to a whisper instead of scream and the warmth of bodies pressed together comforts her despite the stuffy heat of the city which all but blankets them.
His presence fills the room more than the heat does, turning a simple one room house from a place to sleep to a place to unwind. It seeped into her bones, unnoticed until it was all too late to escape from it, found its way inside her in quiet moments of falling asleep from exhaustion and taking breaks together.
But the moment of silence breaks under the simple stiffness under her hands, too sudden and too strange to be normal. )
... Something wrong?
( The words come through clear, unobstructed by sleep or exhaustion, and she lifts her head from his shoulder, the knots beginning to tighten in her gut. )