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Some nights she turns right around and does the same to him. A fence is easier to overcome, she teases against his skin, aiming to wound. A fence can be seen through. But he's got so much more than a fence, doesn't he, and only so many ways of knowing what goes on beyond that divide, and over there life is better, his life is so much better without him, maybe there really is no need at all for him anymore--And he grabs her just a bit more roughly than he should those nights, mostly to prove that he still can.
Some nights she cries, and then he doesn't know what to do, so he lies next to her and listens to her pouring her grief and anxiety out into the darkened room, marveling that one heart can hold so much and not crumble under the strain. When she has a lot to say the words bleed into each other, a confused mix made even stranger by her lapses into Hungarian (such a complex language, he thinks, why oh why had he not tried harder to learn it?), but other times her thoughts come slowly, as though from a long way away, and the silence between them is deafening.
Tonight is one of those nights. She's on her back, staring at the ceiling, hands clasped on her bare stomach. One of his hands rests on hers, thumb inexpertly soothing the skin of her knuckles in halting circular patterns. The other arm is trapped uncomfortably under the back of her neck, but he lets her keep it for now, at least until her breathing slows to normal and the awful trembling stops. Every half-suppressed quake of her shoulders reverberates through him like an aftershock.
It's just a fence, she whispers for the fourth (fifth?) time that evening, battling to keep the words even. It's just a fence, he's right, and how could it possibly be so hard to get around such a tiny, insignificant thing as that? But he has no answer for her.
Instead he carefully shifts his pinned arm a bit (even as the blood flow is cut off completely and the pins and needles set in) and idly twirls a section of her hair in his hand. The long strands tangle in his fingers, illuminated oddly by the soft moonlight filtering in through the window. Her hair is damaged, too.
Even now, he's not sure why he wishes so badly that he could offer her some words of comfort. It's so unlike him to offer them, so unlike her to need them. How, when did this happen? When--? But it doesn't matter. It happened, and somehow they missed when it overtook them. Somehow he stopped fighting and didn't realize it, didn't notice how the slogans and plans became his own, how oppression became simply an imposition. Elsewhere, in the frozen seat of his new empire, he must be so proud of it all.
He lets go of her hair and pulls her to him in one swift movement, burying his face in her collar as she wraps her own arms tightly around him. It's just a fence, he thinks to himself, feeling fingernails dig into his back, and they both know that it is so, so much more than that.
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A...a...oh my God. This is AMAZING, anon! This absolutely gorgeous and stunning and amazing and, oh God it's perfect! The character depth, the pain, the historical references and OH MY GOD ILU ANON. This is everything I could have asked for. HAVE AS MANY INTERNETS AS YOU CAN CARRY.
And you know? This may seem silly, but after I finished, I couldn't help but feel REALLY happy, what with hindsight and all. They make it through that fence. GOD DO THEY EVER.
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Oh god, thankyou anon. You completely made my night.
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