His laughter at her nosing around thrums down through their connection and it's pleasure for so many reasons. He's missed her. God he's missed her. Missed her touch in his mind, her presence in his life, the simple, pure feel of her a part of him and yet her own too. He's touch her if he could but they're forever having to divide those two, only one when the other wasn't possible and so he lets his love, something that's deeper and richer and surer than it was before pour out of him instead. He's lost - and so he knows what it feels like to have so much more completely now. There's no young embarrassment about it anymore either. Life's too short. He loves completely these days.
He also opens himself to her as sure as if he's opened his arms. She's Gipsy. There's nothing he wouldn't share with her, no matter how painful or embarrassing. Her little pokes and prods get a smile from him and another wash of affection. In his mind, he all but turns in a circle for her, hands on his head, teasing her inspection... but knowing what she's doing and there's the second wash of understanding and sorrow and grateful acceptance. His own mind slips over hers as well, searching for the wounds he's left, the time she spent alone. She's his too, just as much as he's hers and that means he'll take care of her. It's a different sensation this time. One that's known what failing means and the core determination to never do so again.
I'm here. It's a softly spoken promise and apology. I'm here, Gipsy
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Date: 2013-07-31 08:17 pm (UTC)He also opens himself to her as sure as if he's opened his arms. She's Gipsy. There's nothing he wouldn't share with her, no matter how painful or embarrassing. Her little pokes and prods get a smile from him and another wash of affection. In his mind, he all but turns in a circle for her, hands on his head, teasing her inspection... but knowing what she's doing and there's the second wash of understanding and sorrow and grateful acceptance. His own mind slips over hers as well, searching for the wounds he's left, the time she spent alone. She's his too, just as much as he's hers and that means he'll take care of her. It's a different sensation this time. One that's known what failing means and the core determination to never do so again.
I'm here. It's a softly spoken promise and apology. I'm here, Gipsy