elegiaque: (038)
𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞. ([personal profile] elegiaque) wrote in [personal profile] rowancrowned 2017-12-10 04:28 am (UTC)

One day, she promises herself, one day they will have the leisure to do exactly as they please, when and where and how and there will be no one to say you can't, you mustn't. Rifters come and go, Jehan had been so angry - she can't think of him going, she can't think of it and pass up what they can have for the thought of losing it. He's here now, and every day he's still here, and perhaps her future won't look as she'd once imagined but she hadn't wanted what she imagined and now she can think maybe we will and maybe is enough.

Maybe is - more than enough to grasp in her hands, hands that find his hair again when her back finds the blanket, a lissom thing spread out upon it and lifting beneath his mouth.

“I don't want to be handled like I'm delicate,” she says, exhaling, eyes closed and chin tilted up toward the sky breaking between leaves above them. “I want to look in the mirror tomorrow and see where you've been.”

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