[ Even as the words leave her lips she feels exhausted by them, this sense of expectation bearing down on her body, to her very bones. It makes her skin itch and heat in equal measure and the scent of him emanating from the fabric of his coat all at once suffuses her senses, bringing her back to a memory when they'd come together intensely. She recalls it as starkly as if it had happened just the other day rather than such a long time ago, now, and her fingers clutch a tighter grip against one of the lapels.
His hands are warm too, through the heavier cloth, designed to keep out the cold but cradle in the rest, and she brings her gaze to his expression, her own hopefully not betraying her utter tiredness. ]
And I yours. [ A pause, and she cannot remember the last time she had reason to use his name like this, soft and familiar: ] Dorian.
[ She musters a smile, because they are friends, aren't they? After all is said and done? Even if the other possibilities are more dangerous territory for her to attempt to navigate, she can rest safely in the knowledge that the rest holds true. ] Would you stay a bit longer? I would prefer not to be alone, for a while.
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His hands are warm too, through the heavier cloth, designed to keep out the cold but cradle in the rest, and she brings her gaze to his expression, her own hopefully not betraying her utter tiredness. ]
And I yours. [ A pause, and she cannot remember the last time she had reason to use his name like this, soft and familiar: ] Dorian.
[ She musters a smile, because they are friends, aren't they? After all is said and done? Even if the other possibilities are more dangerous territory for her to attempt to navigate, she can rest safely in the knowledge that the rest holds true. ] Would you stay a bit longer? I would prefer not to be alone, for a while.