[ her hands still under his exploring touch, letting him find what he needs to ground himself. when she feels the desperate pull of his hands, she presses her palms all the more against his clammy skin, like it would somehow let the heat from their joined bodies permeate through to the calm the storm in his mind.
at his confession, her heart aches, thumbs sweeping across the high points of his cheeks, wiping away those phantom tears. ]
There's no ash here, Takeshi.
[ her voice is quiet, sincere. tipping forward till their foreheads touch, till a subtle shift of her head has their noses brush. if touch is what anchors him, she'll not be greedy. ]
no subject
at his confession, her heart aches, thumbs sweeping across the high points of his cheeks, wiping away those phantom tears. ]
There's no ash here, Takeshi.
[ her voice is quiet, sincere. tipping forward till their foreheads touch, till a subtle shift of her head has their noses brush. if touch is what anchors him, she'll not be greedy. ]
It's just you and me. I promise.