[ the atroma. she'd been quick to remember him, to remember what he means to her and how he means it here, but the larger picture slides into focus only when he prompts its reminder. her lip curls. hell back home; hell here.
well. hell, with generous slices of heaven. she does seem to be breathing easier when she at long last manages to look at him for more than a few seconds. has he always been this devastatingly handsome? or is this just absence making her heart all the fonder. there's no hiding the affection she holds for him, no matter how dire the rest of the conversation. ]
There's nothing new in that. [ is there? isn't there? she gives her head a shake. ] But I suppose I can't prove I'm unaffected. See and hear things like what?
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well. hell, with generous slices of heaven. she does seem to be breathing easier when she at long last manages to look at him for more than a few seconds. has he always been this devastatingly handsome? or is this just absence making her heart all the fonder. there's no hiding the affection she holds for him, no matter how dire the rest of the conversation. ]
There's nothing new in that. [ is there? isn't there? she gives her head a shake. ] But I suppose I can't prove I'm unaffected. See and hear things like what?