[ his eyes are so dark they almost reflect the starlight hanging over them. ]
I know. [ even with his hand covering hers, wide palm warm and steady, she can't stop the compulsion to swipe her thumb in the same line across the scar that isn't.
what if they get back to the station and her borrowed magic gives up the ghost and the blood spills free and she can't do anything this time? they were never meant to have this time or this space but now she has it and it's terrifying because she knows what she could lose this time. not a maybe, not a possibility, not an almost, it's a reality. an unsteady belonging because neither of them knows how to let themselves have... anything. not yet, at least.
but she doesn't want to lose the chance to get there. ]
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I know. [ even with his hand covering hers, wide palm warm and steady, she can't stop the compulsion to swipe her thumb in the same line across the scar that isn't.
what if they get back to the station and her borrowed magic gives up the ghost and the blood spills free and she can't do anything this time? they were never meant to have this time or this space but now she has it and it's terrifying because she knows what she could lose this time. not a maybe, not a possibility, not an almost, it's a reality. an unsteady belonging because neither of them knows how to let themselves have... anything. not yet, at least.
but she doesn't want to lose the chance to get there. ]