and for a few minutes, at least, she tells herself (tells herself tells herself tells herself) that this will be enough. he's alive. the game is done. the seams of her shoulders still ooze and throb, Aventurine's taste lingers on her tongue, and she can still feel Henry going down--but it is done. there will be no more.
so just seeing him there should be enough.
it's not enough.
her body moves again. she peels the twisted sheets gently down and, after a few more hesitating moments, settles in the empty spot behind his turned back. she curls in very tight, knees to her chest... forehead barely touched to his nape. ]
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and for a few minutes, at least, she tells herself (tells herself tells herself tells herself) that this will be enough. he's alive. the game is done. the seams of her shoulders still ooze and throb, Aventurine's taste lingers on her tongue, and she can still feel Henry going down--but it is done. there will be no more.
so just seeing him there should be enough.
it's not enough.
her body moves again. she peels the twisted sheets gently down and, after a few more hesitating moments, settles in the empty spot behind his turned back. she curls in very tight, knees to her chest... forehead barely touched to his nape. ]