ext_934189: (Under the layers of the onion girl.)
http://tehoniongirl.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] tehoniongirl.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] simplestgift 2011-07-06 06:55 am (UTC)

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[She hasn't touched her wine, and she doesn't start now. Rather, when his shaking starts, she carefully sets the glass aside and tentatively leans forward, reaching out. Her hand hovers near his, but not on it. Not actually touching. She looks to him for permission, first, because they both understood. It wasn't something you took for granted.

When he doesn't pull away or shake his head to move her she places her smaller hand over his, holding tight as if she could calm the tremors that way. She knows she can't...but it's all she can do.

She can almost picture them, young and angry and hurt and broken against a system that gave them no way out. A century between them and her, and it breaks her heart that, somehow, the story stays the same. And she can see the threads reaching out to today, the filaments stretching through the years, wrapping themselves around Grell and Jack and Luceti until they were tangled up in them again.

He doesn't have to explain the connection. It's as good as spelled out, in her mind.

When he speaks of being adrift, though, the connections become less clear. This was less familiar territory, and all she can do is nod for him to continue, a small chill settling in her stomach]

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