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Time slid by, before the touch brought her back from deep, tortured dreams. Dark lashes fluttered, struggling to grasp at the thin strands of peace that could be found between the polars of sleep and awareness; For so long now she had been unable to rest, to sleep sweetly. Weariness clouded her brain with an unpleasant fog, but the girl stirred nonetheless, finally opening bruised eyelids to release a gaze of fragile eggshell blue.
It was him, but of course it was. It was always him. It would always be him.
A gentle smile curved about the silver songbird's maw, tentative, calm in spite of her broken appearance. Something deep within her clicked into place, and suddenly the red eyes that haunted her seemed bearable, suddenly the terrors that plagued her seemed manageable. Suddenly, everything was alright.
An overwhelming sense of safety enveloped her. She swallowed, wincing at the rawness of her throat, at the soreness of her emaciated frame. Her limbs, once blessed with an otherworldly and captivating grace, were weighted with the cold and numb. One hand managed to rise, trembling blush-hued fingers seeking the nearness of the man's chest. The man, because the boy she had loved was no longer. Where once her fingers had found youthful bulk, healthy softness, they found now hard muscle cloaked in some strange, thick material. Fingers traipsed upward, and her gaze followed as tender digits found his golden cheek. Then, finally, her eyes met his.
Sounds built within her, a surge of powerful emotion that momentarily flooded her frozen body with life. They swelled in her heart, and in her throat, but were never born forth for his ears to hear. The silver dove felt her veins flush with warm blood. Like a phoenix, she felt herself come back to life.
Her smile quivered, and the unbearable ache that had crushed her chest was gone, leaving her with a bizarre feeling of weightlessness. The voiceless songbird remained in her broken silence, but both arms lifted toward him now, seeking or expecting comfort and warmth and the memory of a body, a connection, she had despaired losing forever.
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