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Nemesis Heart - R2

[The first time you try to open your eyes, there is nothing but red.]

[Questions bubble up, voiceless:

What will you keep?

What will you change?

What will you do?]

[And then your eyes open.]

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[Good gets pressed to him, though it feels much more than simply good--it's right and perfect and trusting and home.

The other thing that's impressed upon him is remember. Not that she's unwilling to remind him of this feeling, of how real it is, how true, how much it is and has been and always will be his--not that there aren't still so many things to worry about, challenges that will come and troubles that will knock them down. Still--just to remember this feeling, this one thing in the world he does not have to doubt, so that perhaps she can help be his strength same as he is hers.

Buddy Bond or no, at least some of that intent comes through. And if her feelings can't be trusted here in the center of her heart, where can they be?]

[Now that the tears have started, they seem to be having a hard time slowing, though the smile on his lips is wobbly and unsteady and a little wondering]

[He presses another kiss to her lips - gets her damp with his tears, probably, and doesn't seem to notice, because he's too busy offering that reminder back her way, here in the center of her, where perhaps it can bury deep and take root someplace all the insecurities and second-guessing can't dig it out]

[The reminder is that it goes both ways: he will remember this, can't help but remember this, but she should remember this too, this feeling that goes bright and warm and trembling all the way through him, as vital as air]

[For the first time, there's a feeling of self-consciousness at the admonishment--shy without shame. She gently noses into him, offering up thanks, her smile soft against him]

[A soft swell of soothing floats out toward her: reassurance that she doesn't have to be self-conscious, especially not here, especially not with him]

[Everything is good; she is good. He just wants her to remember that, when he finally has to go]

[Who better to want to impress?

--But she gets it, and she offers up thanks, fondness. Everything is good, and she loves him, and she wants him to remember that...she wants to remind him.]

[He takes it in readily, if a little shy; gathers the reminder close, holding it near as though to keep it there, warm and steady and welcome, as armor against when the world outside throws more challenges their way]

[He presses his forehead to hers, soft - traces the line of her cheekbone with his thumb - kisses her again, a feather of a brush of his lips against hers]

[She sends more of it, then, as much as she can; not that she wouldn't any other time, but it's just so much easier to know how to do it properly here.

Her hand comes up to brush away the last of his tear tracks, comfortably warm; just about soothing enough to lull one to sleep.]

[It is soothing, thick and warm and sweet. He can almost taste it, every time he breathes in]

[He gathers it nearer and sends more out her way in reply, an endless feedback loop that laps at the edges of both of them, dizzyingly good, achingly welcome]

[And if perhaps his eyes drift closed, tucked in there against her, surely that can be forgiven]

[What is there to forgive? What better place to rest than here, surrounded by love and trust and belonging? There's no way even the worst of nightmares could survive here; not with the two of them together. What better honor than to be that source of safety?

She only sighs and tangles in closer, head to head and heart to heart. And even as they relax into each other, the warmth of their joined hands does not fade, and the song of love plays on.]

[He curls in closer against her, lulled by the warmth of her - by the intimacy - by a background melody with ringing notes that shimmer out to fill the whole of the world]

[He does not open his eyes again - because it's true, after all. Here, at least, no nightmares can reach them. Here the force of them combined is stronger than anything that might dare to stand against them]

[He tucks in against her, there in the center of her heart - reaches his arms out, to draw her closer still. He doesn't end the bond between them, even as he begins to drift, and she can feel the way everything becomes wavery and peaceful, soft around the edges with the onset of sleep]

[At length, he murmurs something, soft, into the skin of her collar bone, too indisinct to make out]

[Probably she doesn't need the words, though]

[Prrobably, she already knows]

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