She's still clutching the book to her like a sacred relic. Words are still difficult, under the swirling tides of emotion.
"I do...have memories from my childhood. Full, solid memories. But no context for them, they aren't connected. They're....points of light in the fog, nothing between them, nothing attached to them. Their edges are blurred and taper into emptiness."
This gift will help fill some of those blanks, add color and context to those spaces of emptiness. There will always be large portions missing. Some things, once lost, cannot be regained. But some things can be. Enough pieces to imply a picture, if not complete it.
"This is very thoughtful and generous."
Because expressing 'you've given me back another part of myself' seems too heavy and charged a thing to say.
Scar's eyes soften at her stilted word of thanks. He knows what she means, the magnitude of it. It still catches him off guard, how easy it is to read her now that he isn't checking himself every moment he's in her presence. He can have enough painstaking sincerity for both of them.
He reaches gently for the outsides of her shoulders, drawing her into his arms.
In another moment, he'll be pulling the hat from her head and dropping it carelessly to the floor. It's in the way.
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She's still clutching the book to her like a sacred relic. Words are still difficult, under the swirling tides of emotion.
"I do...have memories from my childhood. Full, solid memories. But no context for them, they aren't connected. They're....points of light in the fog, nothing between them, nothing attached to them. Their edges are blurred and taper into emptiness."
This gift will help fill some of those blanks, add color and context to those spaces of emptiness. There will always be large portions missing. Some things, once lost, cannot be regained. But some things can be. Enough pieces to imply a picture, if not complete it.
"This is very thoughtful and generous."
Because expressing 'you've given me back another part of myself' seems too heavy and charged a thing to say.
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He reaches gently for the outsides of her shoulders, drawing her into his arms.
In another moment, he'll be pulling the hat from her head and dropping it carelessly to the floor. It's in the way.