[ the tension in her fingers bleeds out, unfurls the fingers in her hands until they're no longer a facsimile of claws. they're something softer, now, petaled out against his chest as they spread beneath the easy weight of his palm. she holds his eyes for a long moment. tries not to think of mal's departure, or how immediately he'd walked away from her once the ties that bound them had snapped.
she has to stop expecting the same from others. but even as she thinks it, she buries the line of thought away. shifts her focus from his face to the sad excuse for a hospital bed. her fingers come up to draw the curtain back around them, for no other reason than the illusion of privacy. ]
You first.
[ lithe as he is, he takes up more space. tucking herself into the tight, narrow spaces left behind will be infinitely easier for a woman with too much experience in forcing herself to become small once upon a time, for the comfort of others. ]
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she has to stop expecting the same from others. but even as she thinks it, she buries the line of thought away. shifts her focus from his face to the sad excuse for a hospital bed. her fingers come up to draw the curtain back around them, for no other reason than the illusion of privacy. ]
You first.
[ lithe as he is, he takes up more space. tucking herself into the tight, narrow spaces left behind will be infinitely easier for a woman with too much experience in forcing herself to become small once upon a time, for the comfort of others. ]