[She's about to try and steal a kiss anyway, privacy be damned, but his lips slip just out of her reach before she can move in for one. She follows him anyway, the lowest of growls coming from her as her only protest, but she falls silent as she allows herself to be tugged along.
Silent, as her eyes follow the broad line of his shoulders. Shoulders that continue to carry the burdens of so many, including her own. Even in spite of everything, he keeps supporting her and trying to guide her to whatever path he thinks might be better for her... and for the first time in a long time, she doesn't feel like she needs to pull her hand away to protect herself. Instead, she willingly takes his and allows him to pull her along just as easily as he does to his bedroom.
But it isn't just that. It's these new ones that have sprung up since last night... these new discoveries that make her heart twist itself into a knot even still. The difference now is that she thinks she might be strong enough to bear that one with him. They are theirs, after all. Their past, their lives, their secrets... Terrible as it might have been, they are the scars that they must and will bear together.
Yes, it will be painful. Yes, they will hurt. Yes, they will likely have to endure many more nights just like this one... but that is just their way now, isn't it?
The difference is that rather than be stuck in the past... they can see a way forward. Benedikta can see a new road paved out for her. A small light at the end of the tunnel—a sight she is not used to seeing. A light that is his, guiding her true through the darkness and the fog. He is right here in front of her, she just needs to stop being afraid of taking that step forward to reach him.
He tells her not to lean on him too much, but it's hard not to. Not when he makes her feel this way. Not when he holds her hand so tight. Not when her head fits so perfectly upon his shoulder, or his arms around her body.
Not when he is the one who steers her towards a newer path. One that might not be filled with turmoil and hatred, fury and betrayal. One where she makes her own choices. And when she becomes too scared to move forward, there is a place for her to rest her wings until she is ready.
And she knows for certain now that this place is right here. She may not be able to tell him, but she can certainly show him with her actions... and as she closes the door behind them, she intends to do just that.]
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Silent, as her eyes follow the broad line of his shoulders. Shoulders that continue to carry the burdens of so many, including her own. Even in spite of everything, he keeps supporting her and trying to guide her to whatever path he thinks might be better for her... and for the first time in a long time, she doesn't feel like she needs to pull her hand away to protect herself. Instead, she willingly takes his and allows him to pull her along just as easily as he does to his bedroom.
But it isn't just that. It's these new ones that have sprung up since last night... these new discoveries that make her heart twist itself into a knot even still. The difference now is that she thinks she might be strong enough to bear that one with him. They are theirs, after all. Their past, their lives, their secrets... Terrible as it might have been, they are the scars that they must and will bear together.
Yes, it will be painful. Yes, they will hurt. Yes, they will likely have to endure many more nights just like this one... but that is just their way now, isn't it?
The difference is that rather than be stuck in the past... they can see a way forward. Benedikta can see a new road paved out for her. A small light at the end of the tunnel—a sight she is not used to seeing. A light that is his, guiding her true through the darkness and the fog. He is right here in front of her, she just needs to stop being afraid of taking that step forward to reach him.
He tells her not to lean on him too much, but it's hard not to. Not when he makes her feel this way. Not when he holds her hand so tight. Not when her head fits so perfectly upon his shoulder, or his arms around her body.
Not when he is the one who steers her towards a newer path. One that might not be filled with turmoil and hatred, fury and betrayal. One where she makes her own choices. And when she becomes too scared to move forward, there is a place for her to rest her wings until she is ready.
And she knows for certain now that this place is right here. She may not be able to tell him, but she can certainly show him with her actions... and as she closes the door behind them, she intends to do just that.]