[He watches her for a moment, amused at how even her most graceless acts of movement can still draw his eye. Once he's finished undressing he joins her, planting another quick kiss on her forehead before his own head finds a pillow.
How simple and easy it is for someone to become such a large part of your life, even when you know that at any moment they could be taken away from you. That, though, is no strange concept to Ignis.]
( It's not tiredness that draws her to the bed as much as it is some vague niggling in the back of her head that she should sleep this off, all compounded by the night's reasons and events. Everyone will leave eventually, and for a long time Kate thought it better to protect herself from that. To only care about the one surviving part of her family and damn the rest, they were just getting in the way. Those kind of habits keep calling to her even now with promises that she'll go home and this will all have been wasted energy and pain she didn't need to face. Why do it?
But those voices are easily ignored when she rolls over, when her hand finds his chest and her lips seek out the corner of his mouth. She remembers years of gritting her teeth and ignoring the good because it could leave her. Doing it never stopped the good from happening, didn't prevent the bad from hurting just as much. )
Never expected this.
( The words are breathed out in the moment, as her gaze lazily trails the lines of his face, the kind of confession she'd never actually make without the assistance of alcohol. )
[His eyes stay closed as she kisses the corner of his mouth, such a subtle smile there that it might not have been there at all. He only looks at her when she speaks, and by then he's already put one arm around her and is idly toying with a curl of her hair, wrapping it loosely around his fingers and letting it run around them when he moves his hand.
At first, he thinks she means Saber, and nearly answers to that effect. At first, but then he remembers sharply that Kate always expects loss, and she would not have been surprised by this so much as sadly resigned to it.
He realises then, that she's looking at him, and she means--]
Nor I.
[It's more a quiet sigh than words, and a movement of his arm to pull her gently closer.]
( She won't complain, her head finding a comfortable spot to rest, the words washing over her as her eyes close. This will all come to an end eventually, as everything before it has, and that knowledge weighs heavily in her stomach as she breathes in against his shoulder. One day, she'll wake up in bed alone again and the flat will be just a little too quiet. Familiar names will disappear from the network. And the city will move on, as it always does.
Sleep comes quickly, in a haze of tangled thoughts and whiskey-heavy eyelids as she reaches blindly for his hand. Dreamless, heavy sleep that will all too soon give way to the morning's headache, but for now-
For now. That's really all anyone can expect of Hadriel. The gods are tormenting us for now. This person is here for now. Everything is ephemeral, flitting in and out of the city like gusts of wind. )
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How simple and easy it is for someone to become such a large part of your life, even when you know that at any moment they could be taken away from you. That, though, is no strange concept to Ignis.]
Comfortable?
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But those voices are easily ignored when she rolls over, when her hand finds his chest and her lips seek out the corner of his mouth. She remembers years of gritting her teeth and ignoring the good because it could leave her. Doing it never stopped the good from happening, didn't prevent the bad from hurting just as much. )
Never expected this.
( The words are breathed out in the moment, as her gaze lazily trails the lines of his face, the kind of confession she'd never actually make without the assistance of alcohol. )
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At first, he thinks she means Saber, and nearly answers to that effect. At first, but then he remembers sharply that Kate always expects loss, and she would not have been surprised by this so much as sadly resigned to it.
He realises then, that she's looking at him, and she means--]
Nor I.
[It's more a quiet sigh than words, and a movement of his arm to pull her gently closer.]
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Sleep comes quickly, in a haze of tangled thoughts and whiskey-heavy eyelids as she reaches blindly for his hand. Dreamless, heavy sleep that will all too soon give way to the morning's headache, but for now-
For now. That's really all anyone can expect of Hadriel. The gods are tormenting us for now. This person is here for now. Everything is ephemeral, flitting in and out of the city like gusts of wind. )