[ she's glad to see faraday laugh in the aftermath of— that. the adamant way he looked away from her didn't leave a pleasant feeling in her gut, but she doesn't blame him. it's rare that these brutal reminders shake their time together, because despite faraday's casual cracks about his undead existence, it's still...easy to forget the reality.
she has the good grace to turn a little pink when he explains himself, but she shrugs it off dismissively. ]
I suppose that's a fair point.
[ from what she'd known of faraday before he'd died, she certainly wouldn't have expected him to be the kind of man to attempt courting a woman (not like matthew had been), so she supposes she understands, but...she'd greatly enjoyed that sort of simple contact from her husband; it's such a basic way to show affection, and there was something soothing about it. ]
But I wouldn't say that's the only time you'd held my hand — though by that count, neither circumstance has been especially ideal.
[ while he was dying or while he fades right through her: what strange moments, she decides, shaking the thought away.
reaching for her blankets, she gathers them up to wrap around her shoulders, bundle up a tad. the house itself is cold, on account of the fire burning far lower, and the leftover chills she feels from faraday's touch warrant the extra layers. tucking it all around herself, she watches him from her makeshift nest of bedclothes; she looks awake now, something she's grateful for, and she doesn't feel near as close to drifting off out of sheer exhaustion again. ]
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she has the good grace to turn a little pink when he explains himself, but she shrugs it off dismissively. ]
I suppose that's a fair point.
[ from what she'd known of faraday before he'd died, she certainly wouldn't have expected him to be the kind of man to attempt courting a woman (not like matthew had been), so she supposes she understands, but...she'd greatly enjoyed that sort of simple contact from her husband; it's such a basic way to show affection, and there was something soothing about it. ]
But I wouldn't say that's the only time you'd held my hand — though by that count, neither circumstance has been especially ideal.
[ while he was dying or while he fades right through her: what strange moments, she decides, shaking the thought away.
reaching for her blankets, she gathers them up to wrap around her shoulders, bundle up a tad. the house itself is cold, on account of the fire burning far lower, and the leftover chills she feels from faraday's touch warrant the extra layers. tucking it all around herself, she watches him from her makeshift nest of bedclothes; she looks awake now, something she's grateful for, and she doesn't feel near as close to drifting off out of sheer exhaustion again. ]