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Celebrían awoke slowly, roused by the golden sunlight striping her face. Only the slightest breeze stirred her hair, whispering through the room like the least of rumours. She lay still, listening to her own heartbeat, waiting for the reason for her unexpected wakefulness to make itself clear. And then she heard it; the shadow of her own heart, so close that it was half-hidden, a rhythm beaten on a drum she always heard, that had supported her breathing when it faltered, that had haunted her deepest dreams.
A warm weight shifted against her back, long fingers twitched in sleep against her hipbone. The sheets were kicked away around her ankles, irredeemably rumpled, and she smiled slowly, knowing that the only heat came from the other body in the bed, from the heart beating so near her own. The black hair veiling her eyes was most emphatically not her own, and she absently twirled a strand of it round her finger, entwining it with the golden band, light and dark, dark and light.
An angular foot moved slightly, catching one of her own and drawing it backwards, wrapping it round one long leg. The twitching of the fingers took up a more purposeful rhythm, sliding downwards, skimming the silken skin of her hip, each tap in time with her frantic pulse.
Rolling languorously over, she caught his face between her hands.
“So you are awake, melethron-nin…”
“But of course.” He grinned down at her, his grey eyes glinting in the new daylight. “No sleep, nor even death could keep me…”
“And of that I am more than glad…” She hooked one leg around his hips and drew him close.
A warm weight shifted against her back, long fingers twitched in sleep against her hipbone. The sheets were kicked away around her ankles, irredeemably rumpled, and she smiled slowly, knowing that the only heat came from the other body in the bed, from the heart beating so near her own. The black hair veiling her eyes was most emphatically not her own, and she absently twirled a strand of it round her finger, entwining it with the golden band, light and dark, dark and light.
An angular foot moved slightly, catching one of her own and drawing it backwards, wrapping it round one long leg. The twitching of the fingers took up a more purposeful rhythm, sliding downwards, skimming the silken skin of her hip, each tap in time with her frantic pulse.
Rolling languorously over, she caught his face between her hands.
“So you are awake, melethron-nin…”
“But of course.” He grinned down at her, his grey eyes glinting in the new daylight. “No sleep, nor even death could keep me…”
“And of that I am more than glad…” She hooked one leg around his hips and drew him close.