09-07-2018, 08:10 PM
His palm covered her wrist, consumed the scars that no longer were. Stopped her tumbling backwards. The travelling heat was not a new sensation, but the strength in it was. Like she could let go at that moment, and even if the plunge was steep; even if it tugged them both down into whatever darkness awaited, he would not let go. It stilled her mind; silence that came, not from the oblivion she sought at the bottom of a bottle, but something else. Her pale gaze followed the connection up. It was as close to peace as she remembered in a long time.
When she stood everything swarmed. A surprised oh met the rush, like gravity somehow forgot to do its job. A pillar of warmth kept her upright against the lurch, a twist of her mouth, half insisting she was not yet done. Though she didn't fight it either. Her gaze strayed up like the story unravelled and she unravelled with it. Somehow forgot she should be looking where she was going rather than at the beacon in the storm.
Though something of his words apparently impacted; prompted the tease of a not quite innocent smile. She bled rivers all over the floor today, but the sting of her humour never quite faded to something decent.
"Be a gentleman, yes?"
The journey up was a blessed blur. The hotel room emerged like a blink and step through a portal, the sudden quiet pounding around in her head like absence. Her weight sank down on the bed. She wasn't sure the world would ever stop spinning, even captured in her hands, though if she sat very still it was tolerable. Something insidious crept into her chest at the trap of four empty walls, at least until she realised Jay had not deposited her and left.
Moscow aside, this script was old, and it usually ended the same way. But she wasn't looking for ephemeral comforts. At least not only. And he was looking out the window; clinging to more honour than he ever admitted to having. She wondered what thoughts rattled within as he beheld the familiar landscape outside; a home he left for a reason, yet still rent bloody gouges in his soul. Or maybe he only looked for Amengual shapes shadows.
With a little effort she shed the shoes from her feet. The wallet clattered from her pocket and bounced off the floor unheeded. Natalie used the headboard to centre her balance, though right then every damn limb felt like it belonged to someone else. Her toes dug into the carpet. Single-minded determination pushed her path through a swimming world, until one hand found purchase on his hip. As much to steady herself as in mindless affection. The other snaked across his stomach, her head pressed soft against his back.
The passions of his kiss were not forgotten; the heat of his touch apt to unravel her in a distinctly different way. But this was not that. She closed her eyes, breath soft.
When she stood everything swarmed. A surprised oh met the rush, like gravity somehow forgot to do its job. A pillar of warmth kept her upright against the lurch, a twist of her mouth, half insisting she was not yet done. Though she didn't fight it either. Her gaze strayed up like the story unravelled and she unravelled with it. Somehow forgot she should be looking where she was going rather than at the beacon in the storm.
Though something of his words apparently impacted; prompted the tease of a not quite innocent smile. She bled rivers all over the floor today, but the sting of her humour never quite faded to something decent.
"Be a gentleman, yes?"
The journey up was a blessed blur. The hotel room emerged like a blink and step through a portal, the sudden quiet pounding around in her head like absence. Her weight sank down on the bed. She wasn't sure the world would ever stop spinning, even captured in her hands, though if she sat very still it was tolerable. Something insidious crept into her chest at the trap of four empty walls, at least until she realised Jay had not deposited her and left.
Moscow aside, this script was old, and it usually ended the same way. But she wasn't looking for ephemeral comforts. At least not only. And he was looking out the window; clinging to more honour than he ever admitted to having. She wondered what thoughts rattled within as he beheld the familiar landscape outside; a home he left for a reason, yet still rent bloody gouges in his soul. Or maybe he only looked for Amengual shapes shadows.
With a little effort she shed the shoes from her feet. The wallet clattered from her pocket and bounced off the floor unheeded. Natalie used the headboard to centre her balance, though right then every damn limb felt like it belonged to someone else. Her toes dug into the carpet. Single-minded determination pushed her path through a swimming world, until one hand found purchase on his hip. As much to steady herself as in mindless affection. The other snaked across his stomach, her head pressed soft against his back.
The passions of his kiss were not forgotten; the heat of his touch apt to unravel her in a distinctly different way. But this was not that. She closed her eyes, breath soft.