It is largely quiet on Alexandrie's part as well, the silence broken only by a few ragged half-voiced gasping breaths that come unbidden and surprising, as they are wont to do when one weeps like this.
She has not. Not since then. But at that time she had for so long and the body remembers. She had had Emile to grasp at but never in such a way as this. Not with someone clinging desperately to her in return. It does hurt, Loki's grip on her, but in a clean way; a way complimentary to the crush of grief in her chest. An aid in its release.
A small quiet thought that falls like a single drop of water in her, even as the corded tension bleeds from his body and he finally settles heavily against her.
They hadn't yet delved into such things, she has no idea of his preferences or desires, and with the numbness that had covered them much like he pulls the blankets to do now, neither of them had been able to touch the other since that day. Perhaps it would be out of place to make such an offer, but, on the other hand, perhaps it wouldn't. Perhaps imposing such structure would be relief, any pain a channel, any tension prolonged past endurance and finally released a step towards resolving the omnipresent ache in the air.
And so, evenly and quietly, she murmurs the thought into his hair.
“If regaining some small measure of control over some part of this world would be any balm, I would cede myself to you without hesitation. Or, should you instead wish to relinquish what shreds of it you still hold to a mistress kinder than than life has been, I will take them.”
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She has not. Not since then. But at that time she had for so long and the body remembers. She had had Emile to grasp at but never in such a way as this. Not with someone clinging desperately to her in return. It does hurt, Loki's grip on her, but in a clean way; a way complimentary to the crush of grief in her chest. An aid in its release.
A small quiet thought that falls like a single drop of water in her, even as the corded tension bleeds from his body and he finally settles heavily against her.
They hadn't yet delved into such things, she has no idea of his preferences or desires, and with the numbness that had covered them much like he pulls the blankets to do now, neither of them had been able to touch the other since that day. Perhaps it would be out of place to make such an offer, but, on the other hand, perhaps it wouldn't. Perhaps imposing such structure would be relief, any pain a channel, any tension prolonged past endurance and finally released a step towards resolving the omnipresent ache in the air.
And so, evenly and quietly, she murmurs the thought into his hair.
“If regaining some small measure of control over some part of this world would be any balm, I would cede myself to you without hesitation. Or, should you instead wish to relinquish what shreds of it you still hold to a mistress kinder than than life has been, I will take them.”