[ she has so much to tell him, so much to explain, and she scarcely knows where to begin. how can she tell him how long she's lived without him, with just his memory and the gifts he'd given her? he must think that it's been a few days, at best, and how will he react knowing otherwise?
she can't worry about it now, though. she just wants to get them both away from this crowd and these staring americans; she wants her american, and all to herself. she pulls back enough to reach for his hand, lacing their fingers together. (another thing he'd taught her, the ways that a man and a woman can touch in public like this.)
she takes a step, then, leading him away from the crowd, out toward the street. she's going to take him-- home. what serves as home here. ]
I didn't tell you back then. [ she hesitates only a moment before gently leaning her head against his shoulder as they walk. ] I love you, as well. [ she'd never stopped, after all this time. she'd just boxed that love up and put it away, as all immortals must at some time when they live with mortals. ]
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she can't worry about it now, though. she just wants to get them both away from this crowd and these staring americans; she wants her american, and all to herself. she pulls back enough to reach for his hand, lacing their fingers together. (another thing he'd taught her, the ways that a man and a woman can touch in public like this.)
she takes a step, then, leading him away from the crowd, out toward the street. she's going to take him-- home. what serves as home here. ]
I didn't tell you back then. [ she hesitates only a moment before gently leaning her head against his shoulder as they walk. ] I love you, as well. [ she'd never stopped, after all this time. she'd just boxed that love up and put it away, as all immortals must at some time when they live with mortals. ]