[The kiss, though brief, stays some of Jill's nerves, and she runs her thumb along Clive's knuckles as he says his piece. The way she gazes so lovingly into his eyes never falters, even as his words threaten to stoke the tears that already burn behind her own eyes. This time they don't fall, though, only going so far as to glisten in the muted sunlight as she slides the ring into its proper place. Once he's taken his look at it, and his hand has returned to hers, she'll hook their pinkies together so that their rings sit side by side, the silvery moon and its red star, bright once more.
How does it feel, he asks, and she doesn't need to think about it at all.]
It feels like freedom. Like our sun has finally risen. It's a prayer answered, too, isn't it, and a blessing granted. But I suppose that above all else it feels... like peace. At least, I think it does.
[A laugh, soft and teasing, a bit inward. Of course she knows. It's just that it's been so long since either of them have been able to look towards future horizons without their fate staring them down like a threat that the feeling still a bit vague, even if it's never been more pronounced than it is now.
There are more things she feels, of course, like giddy and excited. Girlish, even, in some of the ways that hope strikes her. Mournful of everything they've lost to reach this point, but immeasurably grateful as well. However fleeting it may be, they finally have the chance to exist on their own terms, in a world that doesn't need them to hold it together whilst it crumbles in on them from all directions. What more could she ask for?
None of this begs saying, though; if it's not obvious from how she shines like light in Clive's arms, then it's too dark for the mood, and for now, she just wants to be happy for a while.]
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Date: 2024-04-20 02:53 pm (UTC)How does it feel, he asks, and she doesn't need to think about it at all.]
It feels like freedom. Like our sun has finally risen. It's a prayer answered, too, isn't it, and a blessing granted. But I suppose that above all else it feels... like peace. At least, I think it does.
[A laugh, soft and teasing, a bit inward. Of course she knows. It's just that it's been so long since either of them have been able to look towards future horizons without their fate staring them down like a threat that the feeling still a bit vague, even if it's never been more pronounced than it is now.
There are more things she feels, of course, like giddy and excited. Girlish, even, in some of the ways that hope strikes her. Mournful of everything they've lost to reach this point, but immeasurably grateful as well. However fleeting it may be, they finally have the chance to exist on their own terms, in a world that doesn't need them to hold it together whilst it crumbles in on them from all directions. What more could she ask for?
None of this begs saying, though; if it's not obvious from how she shines like light in Clive's arms, then it's too dark for the mood, and for now, she just wants to be happy for a while.]
And you?