[ she's not sure what she'd been expecting forgiveness to feel like, but it is strangely cold and hollow in the circle of his hands around hers. in her mind, memories of a future far from her grasp still haunt her, and she is desperate to hold on to them as much as she is to bid them away so that she might know a semblance of peace again.
perhaps this is her penance, for ever entertaining such thoughts in the first place, though it isn't as if she had any real hand in that in the first place. but whatever the reasons, they persist, like ghosts of murmurs in the back of her mind, and they cloud her thoughts now, refusing to allow her the comfort in his words alone.
she struggles past it, that turmoil, and hastens instead to give him as warm a smile as she can muster. she is grateful, that much is certain, and she had meant it when she told him of her love for him. where his hands were gentle, she squeezes firmly in her desperation, almost clinging where she knees still before his feet. ]
...For that, I am grateful.
[ she finally rises up to her feet, though only for a moment, for a second later she has climbed onto his lap and tucked herself into the folds of his arms. selfish or not, she seeks his reassuring touches as much as she does his words, perhaps even more so. ]
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perhaps this is her penance, for ever entertaining such thoughts in the first place, though it isn't as if she had any real hand in that in the first place. but whatever the reasons, they persist, like ghosts of murmurs in the back of her mind, and they cloud her thoughts now, refusing to allow her the comfort in his words alone.
she struggles past it, that turmoil, and hastens instead to give him as warm a smile as she can muster. she is grateful, that much is certain, and she had meant it when she told him of her love for him. where his hands were gentle, she squeezes firmly in her desperation, almost clinging where she knees still before his feet. ]
...For that, I am grateful.
[ she finally rises up to her feet, though only for a moment, for a second later she has climbed onto his lap and tucked herself into the folds of his arms. selfish or not, she seeks his reassuring touches as much as she does his words, perhaps even more so. ]
I have missed you so...