[ His fingers reaching out for her make a convenient target of his hand--which she needed anyway. She reaches back and uses the moment to slip the beaded bracelet over his wrist. ]
... It's no necklace--I can't ever replace that, and I don't want to.
[ The significance of that gift... how happy it made him... that's not something anyone should want to erase or overshadow. But-- ]
I want you to have something from me with you. In case they try to make you forget. Or you start to doubt. When it feels like a dream--you'll still have this as proof.
[He just stares in surprise at the bracelet she's slipped on his wrist. No, it wasn't his necklace, but he wouldn't expect it would be. That wasn't something that could be replaced. The beads were intricate in design and both stone and metal.
He smiled, staring at it on his wrist. That wasn't what he was expecting in that moment.]
Thank you. I'll cherish it.
[ He can only hope that they will let him take it with him when he leaves this place. With his other arm, the one without the bracelet--he hauls her tightly against him in a partial hug while he continues to inspect his gift. ]
[ She leans into his hold to kiss him again--this time not so hastily or crushingly, but softly. Tenderly. ]
I'm sorry I can't give you more--or keep you.
[ He should know that already-- but she's finding there's so much between them that goes unsaid or misunderstood... it's better to just come out with it, she thinks. ]
[ He knows. But he's grateful for the thought, even if it can't be realized. That she wishes to be able to achieve both of those goals is lofty goal, even if she was able to do it. His other arm wraps around her tightly. A stark contrast to the gentleness of his lips as they meet hers.
But a gentle touch is all they are given as just as suddenly as he arrived here on this place--he's gone. Air the only thing remaining in bed in the wake of his absence except for the body heat left behind on the bedding. ]
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[ His fingers reaching out for her make a convenient target of his hand--which she needed anyway. She reaches back and uses the moment to slip the beaded bracelet over his wrist. ]
... It's no necklace--I can't ever replace that, and I don't want to.
[ The significance of that gift... how happy it made him... that's not something anyone should want to erase or overshadow. But-- ]
I want you to have something from me with you. In case they try to make you forget. Or you start to doubt. When it feels like a dream--you'll still have this as proof.
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He smiled, staring at it on his wrist. That wasn't what he was expecting in that moment.]
Thank you. I'll cherish it.
[ He can only hope that they will let him take it with him when he leaves this place. With his other arm, the one without the bracelet--he hauls her tightly against him in a partial hug while he continues to inspect his gift. ]
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I'm sorry I can't give you more--or keep you.
[ He should know that already-- but she's finding there's so much between them that goes unsaid or misunderstood... it's better to just come out with it, she thinks. ]
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But a gentle touch is all they are given as just as suddenly as he arrived here on this place--he's gone. Air the only thing remaining in bed in the wake of his absence except for the body heat left behind on the bedding. ]
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RUDE
how was THAT all the time they had?! ]