He makes a soft noise, maybe a yes but he don't open his eyes, fingers all slack, loose'n'cold in her hand all sticky-coated in turquoise like sky or eyes. Th'wounds slicin' his belly open like a fish and markin' his shoulder still ooze sluggishly but nothin' like the pouring waterfall of life they were. He breathes easier.
Th'pain is still there but it feels strange, far away, in a way makes Ben think about frogs hidin' under winter ice in a word he never learned. It lurks, threatens, but it don't come out and he c'n push it away to a place where it don't matter anymore. Or, he thinks dizzily, let th'pain stay here and go himself to a place where there's nothin' that matters and hell if he ain't already halfway there 'cause there ain't a person can touch him here and he's got Kate at his back anyhow, and Justin's--
--dead, he's gotta be, he ain't gonna think on the visions now. He thinks about curlin' his fingers into hers but they don't move so good and anyhow, she'll want him t'move and he don't want to. Don't want t'let th'pain back in, t'open his eyes and face th'world th'way he knows she'll make him.
Somethin' like a smile, so small maybe she can't hardly see it in the dusk, touches his lips for a moment.
Just a moment longer, he thinks.
Just a moment more, here where nothin' matters and he don't have t'be avatar and there's just hands, twined into each other.
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Date: 2011-06-06 04:27 am (UTC)Th'pain is still there but it feels strange, far away, in a way makes Ben think about frogs hidin' under winter ice in a word he never learned. It lurks, threatens, but it don't come out and he c'n push it away to a place where it don't matter anymore. Or, he thinks dizzily, let th'pain stay here and go himself to a place where there's nothin' that matters and hell if he ain't already halfway there 'cause there ain't a person can touch him here and he's got Kate at his back anyhow, and Justin's--
--dead, he's gotta be, he ain't gonna think on the visions now. He thinks about curlin' his fingers into hers but they don't move so good and anyhow, she'll want him t'move and he don't want to. Don't want t'let th'pain back in, t'open his eyes and face th'world th'way he knows she'll make him.
Somethin' like a smile, so small maybe she can't hardly see it in the dusk, touches his lips for a moment.
Just a moment longer, he thinks.
Just a moment more, here where nothin' matters and he don't have t'be avatar and there's just hands, twined into each other.