Palms hovering, radiating warmth of presence between them. The moment hangs. Rigid with uncertainty, he lifts just one finger to deliver the barest brush of skin before the rest cascade after it and close around her hand.
Nothing happens. There is only skin and flesh and the bones beneath; beyond those, the same devastating silence. Standing so near, she can indeed watch as his face loses its expression, then crumples miserably—he catches it before the creases can deepen, but there'll be no disguising the wet gleam of his eye, even in this gloom.
Still grasping her hand—squeezing, if need be, to keep it—he brings it to meet his head as it bows and, with both their knuckles brushing his brow, begins to speak in a desperate whisper, popping consonants and hissing sibilance, phrases not formed aloud in four hundred years—
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Palms hovering, radiating warmth of presence between them. The moment hangs. Rigid with uncertainty, he lifts just one finger to deliver the barest brush of skin before the rest cascade after it and close around her hand.
Nothing happens. There is only skin and flesh and the bones beneath; beyond those, the same devastating silence. Standing so near, she can indeed watch as his face loses its expression, then crumples miserably—he catches it before the creases can deepen, but there'll be no disguising the wet gleam of his eye, even in this gloom.
Still grasping her hand—squeezing, if need be, to keep it—he brings it to meet his head as it bows and, with both their knuckles brushing his brow, begins to speak in a desperate whisper, popping consonants and hissing sibilance, phrases not formed aloud in four hundred years—
Nothing.
Nothing.]