“How well you know me,” he leaned over her to touch his lips to her brow, then drew back a little. “But I would prefer your permission.”
One side of her mouth tugged up weakly. “You got it,” she whispered. “And your hair’s back... like it...” Her fingers tensed slightly against his, barely palpable. “I live, you wear your hair back more...”
“A fair trade,” he agreed. “If I am to...”
“Yeah...” Her words were little more than a tired, apologetic sigh. “Don’t wanna die before you do it...”
His hip resting against her rib cage, he could feel every ragged breath, could hear every struggling breath, and forced himself to focus once more. “Look at me,” he said softly. “Look at my eyes.”
Drifting in and out of focus, her blue gaze fixed on him as best she could. “Love you,” she breathed.
Within his chest, he was almost convinced he felt his still heart wrench, as if closed within a ruthless hand. He had often wondered, but had never asked and she had never said such a thing before.
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Date: 2006-04-01 09:44 am (UTC)One side of her mouth tugged up weakly. “You got it,” she whispered. “And your hair’s back... like it...” Her fingers tensed slightly against his, barely palpable. “I live, you wear your hair back more...”
“A fair trade,” he agreed. “If I am to...”
“Yeah...” Her words were little more than a tired, apologetic sigh. “Don’t wanna die before you do it...”
His hip resting against her rib cage, he could feel every ragged breath, could hear every struggling breath, and forced himself to focus once more. “Look at me,” he said softly. “Look at my eyes.”
Drifting in and out of focus, her blue gaze fixed on him as best she could. “Love you,” she breathed.
Within his chest, he was almost convinced he felt his still heart wrench, as if closed within a ruthless hand. He had often wondered, but had never asked and she had never said such a thing before.
“And I you, liebling,” he said softly.