[ after a moment or two of his tracings, peggy ducks her chin and catches his thumb with her teeth -- what she offers is little more than a kiss once her featherlight bite scrapes free. the sound is soft but it seems to fill the otherwise quiet room.
she's here. but so is he. funerals and memorials be damned, they still have each other for a little longer. last night's losses make this morning a little bit sweeter. no touch, no breath, no scrap of affection can be taken for granted. ]
Perhaps we should be taking turns.
[ her fingers paint invisible lines along his back. ]
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Date: 2017-06-19 06:29 pm (UTC)she's here. but so is he. funerals and memorials be damned, they still have each other for a little longer. last night's losses make this morning a little bit sweeter. no touch, no breath, no scrap of affection can be taken for granted. ]
Perhaps we should be taking turns.
[ her fingers paint invisible lines along his back. ]
Tomorrow, you can come and 'wake' me up.