[ She pushes up the bed a little, adjusting her skirts and petticoats before she followed him down. They were starting to get tight. Had to set them that little bit higher as to not dig in or get in her way now, as she worked. That, and the damn things just didn't stop riding up whenever she moved about.
But once it's sorted, she lays down next to him. Curling her leg through his, pressing against his side, propping her head up on her hand, so she could look down at him. Lifting her hand to tug on that wayward curl of hair that always seemed to escape when he pushed it back. Sliding it through her fingers. ]
The only thing I was hallucinating was thinking that if I spent that long in bed with you, admiring you so intimately, this somehow wouldn't happen. [ She shakes her head, all the same. ] But never about you. [ Well - ] That, and when you sprouted wings for a moment. That was... definitely different.
[ She trails her fingers against his cheek. Following the little scar in his brow. Following with her eyes, around his face, his cheeks, his nose, that little bump where his nose had broken at some distant point, the little dimple on his cheek. As much about appreciation as affirmation. He's here, he's real, and he is hers. ] I think it's going to take some time. To think about having... a baby. [ That was the truth of it, plainly and without much grief either way. ]
... But... [ She stops her sketching of his features, settling her hand flat against the curve of his cheek. ] ... I don't think I'd rather work this out, with anyone else. [ There's one thing, at least, that was a relief. ] And I am glad I don't have to pretend, to you or anyone else. Even if the whole train knows, and worked it out before either of us did.
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But once it's sorted, she lays down next to him. Curling her leg through his, pressing against his side, propping her head up on her hand, so she could look down at him. Lifting her hand to tug on that wayward curl of hair that always seemed to escape when he pushed it back. Sliding it through her fingers. ]
The only thing I was hallucinating was thinking that if I spent that long in bed with you, admiring you so intimately, this somehow wouldn't happen. [ She shakes her head, all the same. ] But never about you. [ Well - ] That, and when you sprouted wings for a moment. That was... definitely different.
[ She trails her fingers against his cheek. Following the little scar in his brow. Following with her eyes, around his face, his cheeks, his nose, that little bump where his nose had broken at some distant point, the little dimple on his cheek. As much about appreciation as affirmation. He's here, he's real, and he is hers. ] I think it's going to take some time. To think about having... a baby. [ That was the truth of it, plainly and without much grief either way. ]
... But... [ She stops her sketching of his features, settling her hand flat against the curve of his cheek. ] ... I don't think I'd rather work this out, with anyone else. [ There's one thing, at least, that was a relief. ] And I am glad I don't have to pretend, to you or anyone else. Even if the whole train knows, and worked it out before either of us did.
[ Kill her, honestly. ]