( Her eyes burn more at the kiss to her forehead - no one's ever done that before, but it's both so gentle and protective, and her mind and heart almost doesn't know how to process it. Her head lowers further as her expression crumples, because now she knows he is not immortal. Nothing is. Nothing but shitheads like Hades really and her- her before she got out of the Underworld.
And so sometime he will be gone, but her voice in her head, his voice will remain. Her hand still clings to his arm.
This will stay in her head even after he- She rests her forehead against his shoulder, swallowing thickly through the emotion there. She can't let herself think about it, process it. Can't.
What does she say? What can she say? )
...I should've warned you. ( about what might be rattling around up in her mind, about the conversation he had to sidestep to focus on her. )
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And so sometime he will be gone, but her voice in her head, his voice will remain. Her hand still clings to his arm.
This will stay in her head even after he- She rests her forehead against his shoulder, swallowing thickly through the emotion there. She can't let herself think about it, process it. Can't.
What does she say? What can she say? )
...I should've warned you. ( about what might be rattling around up in her mind, about the conversation he had to sidestep to focus on her. )