If a twenty-five story fighting war-machine could sigh, that’s what Gipsy Danger would be doing at the moment. Despite all of the time that they had been apart – five long, stressful, empty and voided years, years she’d spent in raw, vulnerable pain but also reveling in the hope he would come back – she still has not forgotten what it is like to cradle Raleigh’s consciousness in her metaphorical hands. She’s gentle with it, realizing the trust that he places within her, and nearly vibrates with amusement at his mental display, invisible ‘hands’ skirting over him, making sure he is, in fact, whole and complete.
And then comes his love – love that Gipsy embraces and holds very near and dear, refusing to let go of the sensation. It lingers at all times, hanging in the cusp of their shared oblivion, almost tangible in it’s presence.
Gipsy loves too and it’s just as deep and rich and color filled as Raleigh’s. While she cannot physically take her pilot into her arms, she makes up for that lack by wrapping him fully in that love, bundling him close as she lets everything come through the Drift. Forgiveness is mingled in there too, because that’s what you do when you love someone. You forgive them and you love them anyway -- wholly, completely, and absolutely.
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If a twenty-five story fighting war-machine could sigh, that’s what Gipsy Danger would be doing at the moment. Despite all of the time that they had been apart – five long, stressful, empty and voided years, years she’d spent in raw, vulnerable pain but also reveling in the hope he would come back – she still has not forgotten what it is like to cradle Raleigh’s consciousness in her metaphorical hands. She’s gentle with it, realizing the trust that he places within her, and nearly vibrates with amusement at his mental display, invisible ‘hands’ skirting over him, making sure he is, in fact, whole and complete.
And then comes his love – love that Gipsy embraces and holds very near and dear, refusing to let go of the sensation. It lingers at all times, hanging in the cusp of their shared oblivion, almost tangible in it’s presence.
Gipsy loves too and it’s just as deep and rich and color filled as Raleigh’s. While she cannot physically take her pilot into her arms, she makes up for that lack by wrapping him fully in that love, bundling him close as she lets everything come through the Drift. Forgiveness is mingled in there too, because that’s what you do when you love someone. You forgive them and you love them anyway -- wholly, completely, and absolutely.