Date: 2015-03-03 05:48 am (UTC)
sunandshadows: (memories)
She finishes off her wine in a few gulps, then leans forward and drops the empty goblet the last few inches onto the floor. It hits the floor, tips, and rolls a few inches before stopping. She'll pick it up later. Right now it's just not important.

A tug of bunched cloth here, a slight shifting there, and then she's getting all comfortable and starting to relax. And no, seriously no, she is not in the mood to talk for a little while. But then, she's not going to break down crying either. It's enough that she is alive, and he is alive and human, warm and trusted and awake and present. After taking part in so much death, it's good to be able to reach out and be able to hold on to living, breathing, life. It's good to not have to be alone tonight.

When she realizes what he's doing, she starts to chuckle. Twisting, she manages to grasp his hand with a few fingers, then pulls his arm around to circle her waist. She leaves it there as she leans in and rests her head on his chest with a soft, contented sigh.

"I'm glad you are here, Maxim. This night would be very cold without you." No, she's not talking just about the temperature.
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