[ Letters are difficult - less because she won't want to write to him, more because of the trouble getting parchment and ensuring it survives a journey back to Kirkwall. But she will try. She's certain of that much.
She's capable, if with some disquiet, to talk about these plans. But when he tells her he loves her, Laura pulls her hand from his and flings her arms around him, squeezing tight.
I changed my mind, she wants to say. I will stay. ]
I love you. [ Her face is buried in his neck, the scent of him strong and true as a few strands of his hair brush against her cheek. This is where she wants to be, always - but sometime tonight, they'll walk sleepily down a worn stone staircase into a place she can't bring herself to stay any longer. Her mind isn't changed; it's only mourning. ] That will always be true.
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Date: 2022-07-28 07:32 pm (UTC)[ Letters are difficult - less because she won't want to write to him, more because of the trouble getting parchment and ensuring it survives a journey back to Kirkwall. But she will try. She's certain of that much.
She's capable, if with some disquiet, to talk about these plans. But when he tells her he loves her, Laura pulls her hand from his and flings her arms around him, squeezing tight.
I changed my mind, she wants to say. I will stay. ]
I love you. [ Her face is buried in his neck, the scent of him strong and true as a few strands of his hair brush against her cheek. This is where she wants to be, always - but sometime tonight, they'll walk sleepily down a worn stone staircase into a place she can't bring herself to stay any longer. Her mind isn't changed; it's only mourning. ] That will always be true.