The bristles remain, but her words and touch smooth them back, leaving something safer and more gentle behind. It may have been terribly selfish of him to come here, but this is what he needed. This is why he came. Sweeney can trust in her honesty, knowing it will be blunt where needed and tender when possible. He can put himself in her hands, knowing that, in the moment, there's only Them.
Sweeney turns his face into one of those hands and kisses her palm before she moves. Then he settles back to meet her face on as she rises above him, his eyes not straying from hers. She can feel it in his chest; the glow of violet that warms him and puts flickers of light in his darkness. Of all the things he doubts, her seeing him is not one of them.
He offers a small lopsided smile and lifts his fingers to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. Then Sweeney strains up enough to kiss her. It's tender but not overly deep; something born out of gratitude and intimacy.
Her sentiment is not lost on him, and she's right; it takes a long time to make meaningful change. When he rests back down, his hand lingers, cupping her cheek. His voice is soft as it exposes his vulnerability on the matter.
"I'm just worried I don't have 'nough time."
Social unrest is an ever-present threat, and with their current confinement, tigers are pacing. And in the middle of it, Sweeney finds himself cast back to the drawing board.
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Sweeney turns his face into one of those hands and kisses her palm before she moves. Then he settles back to meet her face on as she rises above him, his eyes not straying from hers. She can feel it in his chest; the glow of violet that warms him and puts flickers of light in his darkness. Of all the things he doubts, her seeing him is not one of them.
He offers a small lopsided smile and lifts his fingers to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. Then Sweeney strains up enough to kiss her. It's tender but not overly deep; something born out of gratitude and intimacy.
Her sentiment is not lost on him, and she's right; it takes a long time to make meaningful change. When he rests back down, his hand lingers, cupping her cheek. His voice is soft as it exposes his vulnerability on the matter.
"I'm just worried I don't have 'nough time."
Social unrest is an ever-present threat, and with their current confinement, tigers are pacing. And in the middle of it, Sweeney finds himself cast back to the drawing board.