The last time DG held Glitch's hand was just before he was about to go under the knife to restore his mind. She stood beside him as the alchemists strapped him to the table, the memories of the last time he was there filling his half-mind with panic. He tried to calm his nerves, but couldn't help the fear that was gripping his chest. Then DG reached one hand down, curling her fingers over his, her other hand running gently over his hair, his zipper, her eyes calm and serene as she gazed into his. Quickly he found his fears dying, replaced with the knowledge that DG was there for him then and would be when he came out.
Too soon the alchemists assembled around him, starting the process of putting him under. Things were quickly becoming fuzzy as they started counting back. Glitch was certain, though, her voice was in his ear, whispering. "It'll be okay." And "I'll be waiting for you." Then something soft brushed over his cheek, something more than the gentle touches he had been accustomed to, before everything went dark.
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The first time DG held Ambrose's hand, he was staring at her from a hard bed, alchemists surrounding him and a pounding headache making it hard to think. He was alive, his memories intact. He was Ambrose again. But all that didn't much matter to him, though, because DG was there, holding his hand and looking down at him with a mixture of worry and hope in her eyes. He remembered saying her name, a question in his voice, though he already knew the answer. DG grinned, squeezing his hand before leaning down close. She pressed her lips to his, magic flowing through his body with the light touch, leaving his mind, his whole mind, reeling.
The last time DG held Glitch's hand was just before he was about to go under the knife to restore his mind. She stood beside him as the alchemists strapped him to the table, the memories of the last time he was there filling his half-mind with panic. He tried to calm his nerves, but couldn't help the fear that was gripping his chest. Then DG reached one hand down, curling her fingers over his, her other hand running gently over his hair, his zipper, her eyes calm and serene as she gazed into his. Quickly he found his fears dying, replaced with the knowledge that DG was there for him then and would be when he came out.
Too soon the alchemists assembled around him, starting the process of putting him under. Things were quickly becoming fuzzy as they started counting back. Glitch was certain, though, her voice was in his ear, whispering. "It'll be okay." And "I'll be waiting for you." Then something soft brushed over his cheek, something more than the gentle touches he had been accustomed to, before everything went dark.
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The first time DG held Ambrose's hand, he was staring at her from a hard bed, alchemists surrounding him and a pounding headache making it hard to think. He was alive, his memories intact. He was Ambrose again. But all that didn't much matter to him, though, because DG was there, holding his hand and looking down at him with a mixture of worry and hope in her eyes. He remembered saying her name, a question in his voice, though he already knew the answer. DG grinned, squeezing his hand before leaning down close. She pressed her lips to his, magic flowing through his body with the light touch, leaving his mind, his whole mind, reeling.
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