[ if she stays in his bed... doesn't that mean he expects her to remain? that she will be here for some time. and then won't he notice her absence the more keenly when (if) she finds her way back to where she's meant to be? what has she just done to him?
her throat and chest suddenly, poignantly, ache. her eyes sting slightly. the drug numbs misery and encourages touch, but still there's a pain in her again. the recurring thought that this was... a mistake.
with her face still pressed against him, there is only the slow hitch to her breath to go by. ]
Ahh.
[ she should stay out here, in the sitting room. shouldn't she? but she doesn't want to sleep alone in this house. a ghost locked in another time... ]
[Hmm. His own perceptions are dulled, of course, but that amounts to very little when you are Herlock Sholmes. He senses a shift in her. But he cannot quite put a finger on what it would be — is it the realization of the potential permanance of her situation?]
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Lyubimy...
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But rubbing little circles into her back is soothing for him, too, and he leans into her more.]
Mm... [again, dumbly, echoing:] "Darling"...
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I feel better now... Darling.
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…Good. You can stay in my bed tonight, too, if you like.
[And be held like this.]
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her throat and chest suddenly, poignantly, ache. her eyes sting slightly. the drug numbs misery and encourages touch, but still there's a pain in her again. the recurring thought that this was... a mistake.
with her face still pressed against him, there is only the slow hitch to her breath to go by. ]
Ahh.
[ she should stay out here, in the sitting room. shouldn't she? but she doesn't want to sleep alone in this house. a ghost locked in another time... ]
...Do you think?
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Would it not be preferable to sleeping out here?
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I am having insomnia. It would be better.