She gathers him up in her arms, stumbling with the weight of him — but she doesn't fall. She holds him tight, giving them both time to adjust, to realize the fact of the earth beneath their feet, the cold reality of the air around their heads. Breathing in, out, clinging to each other, heaviness on their backs, feet feeling dumb.
They start moving together, her arms wrapped tight around him, holding him snug. Shuffling steps that don't seem quite right but they're moving, slow and steady, little by little. And that's good enough for her.
She's covered in him. Inside and out, coated in his warmth, in the trembling skins of him. She can feel his labored breaths on her flesh, the pinch of her hair caught under his arm, the way her fingers stick to everything they touch. She has him, she is him, he is her, and in this moment they can't move but with each other, missing legs that carry her home.
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Date: 2011-06-09 04:21 am (UTC)They start moving together, her arms wrapped tight around him, holding him snug. Shuffling steps that don't seem quite right but they're moving, slow and steady, little by little. And that's good enough for her.
She's covered in him. Inside and out, coated in his warmth, in the trembling skins of him. She can feel his labored breaths on her flesh, the pinch of her hair caught under his arm, the way her fingers stick to everything they touch. She has him, she is him, he is her, and in this moment they can't move but with each other, missing legs that carry her home.
They carry him home.
They carry them home.