[ It's more softness than she's shown or accepted in so long that it feels a little foreign — and at the same time, it's almost too familiar, a nostalgic reminder of that fleeting moment when they were young and belonged to one another. It makes regret swell in her chest as she looks at him from under her eyelashes — a certain melancholy that seems all the heavier for the things they've been through today. But she can't change the past — not without a Time-Turner anyway — so it seems all she can do to lean in and press an apologetic kiss to his mouth. ]
Survive this with me. [ Her hands press a little harder to his face. ] Once the dust is settled... Then I'll make it all up to you.
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Survive this with me. [ Her hands press a little harder to his face. ] Once the dust is settled... Then I'll make it all up to you.