They both me each other during very rough patches in their lives. For different reasons.
It didn't feel like he was going to come to life again, like he would know himself again, and they ran into each other, fate, coincidence. Whatever it was, it will never feel like a coincidental because of everything that built from it.
There was a story waiting in it, and they found it together and they had no way what to expect that first day though he felt a connection when he met her. If he didn't, he wouldn't have followed after her, wouldn't have nearly died in that car with her, wouldn't have shifted into a fox and ended up naked in water with her soon after. It led him to where he was supposed to be, and it is impossible for him to not think about the day that they met today on his birthday.
Because they were the same day.
Lucky will always remember the day that they met on the day that he was born, and isn't that right in a sense?
The day that he met her is the day that Lucky found himself again slowly but surely through knowing her, through becoming a part of the Crowbar. He figured out who he was, found Lucky again in the mess and broken parts of himself that had been left behind.
He gave his heart to her as broken as it was, and she kept it safe. lucky was able to trust her with that when he didn't think he could trust anyone that completely again, and there is no one that he trusts more than her.
No one in any universe that he trusts more than her.
The future that he has wanted for himself for so long and that he came to think bitterly of it as an impossible illusion, he wants that again. He wants the house and the kids with her. He wants the family, and he already has that. With her, with all of them.
"It's the honest answer," is what he says in turn, following where her hands pull him and for the morning, no one other than Lena exists for him and it is good.
It is amazing.
Lucky has a few guesses as to who she might have gotten a hold of this guitar pick, but he doesn't voice any of them out loud. He looks at her instead with incredible fondness and intensity.
"I guess I can live with that," he says, and his hand slides beside her face and into her hair before he moves and paints every inch of the canvas of her body with kisses. That express his love, whole and steady.
The connection he felt to her started a year ago today, but it's never been stronger and it feels impossibly as if it grows day by day.
365 days... and he kisses her thinking and hoping for what the next 365 will bring, loving this moment and the next and the next because he's spending them with her.
It didn't feel like he was going to come to life again, like he would know himself again, and they ran into each other, fate, coincidence. Whatever it was, it will never feel like a coincidental because of everything that built from it.
There was a story waiting in it, and they found it together and they had no way what to expect that first day though he felt a connection when he met her. If he didn't, he wouldn't have followed after her, wouldn't have nearly died in that car with her, wouldn't have shifted into a fox and ended up naked in water with her soon after. It led him to where he was supposed to be, and it is impossible for him to not think about the day that they met today on his birthday.
Because they were the same day.
Lucky will always remember the day that they met on the day that he was born, and isn't that right in a sense?
The day that he met her is the day that Lucky found himself again slowly but surely through knowing her, through becoming a part of the Crowbar. He figured out who he was, found Lucky again in the mess and broken parts of himself that had been left behind.
He gave his heart to her as broken as it was, and she kept it safe. lucky was able to trust her with that when he didn't think he could trust anyone that completely again, and there is no one that he trusts more than her.
No one in any universe that he trusts more than her.
The future that he has wanted for himself for so long and that he came to think bitterly of it as an impossible illusion, he wants that again. He wants the house and the kids with her. He wants the family, and he already has that. With her, with all of them.
"It's the honest answer," is what he says in turn, following where her hands pull him and for the morning, no one other than Lena exists for him and it is good.
It is amazing.
Lucky has a few guesses as to who she might have gotten a hold of this guitar pick, but he doesn't voice any of them out loud. He looks at her instead with incredible fondness and intensity.
"I guess I can live with that," he says, and his hand slides beside her face and into her hair before he moves and paints every inch of the canvas of her body with kisses. That express his love, whole and steady.
The connection he felt to her started a year ago today, but it's never been stronger and it feels impossibly as if it grows day by day.
365 days... and he kisses her thinking and hoping for what the next 365 will bring, loving this moment and the next and the next because he's spending them with her.
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