When she speaks, it's a promise that could be a spell, it comes from her mouth with such conviction.
"I will be free. And when I am, I will give you my heart, and we will be together always."
She curves her hand against his cheek, loving the rough skin beneath her fingers, the faded blue of his eyes, and presses her own face into his touch for the briefest of seconds; hardly anything at all, unless it is held up against years without this touch.
It isn't enough. It can't be, and so she is sorrowful even as she pulls her hand gently away. Within her frame is all the mourning of an ocean torn asunder, but for now none of her turmoil may show.
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Date: 2007-10-07 10:01 pm (UTC)"I will be free. And when I am, I will give you my heart, and we will be together always."
She curves her hand against his cheek, loving the rough skin beneath her fingers, the faded blue of his eyes, and presses her own face into his touch for the briefest of seconds; hardly anything at all, unless it is held up against years without this touch.
It isn't enough. It can't be, and so she is sorrowful even as she pulls her hand gently away. Within her frame is all the mourning of an ocean torn asunder, but for now none of her turmoil may show.
"If only you had a heart to give."