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[honest_johns]

Morning. A few hours after dawn; the light slants in through half-drawn curtains, making window-squares on the blankets.

(Come)

Alain's arm is curled around Lilly. Both of them are asleep, breathing slow and regular.

(Come)

And then

(Come)

he's awake, staring blindly at the ceiling,

(Come)and all he can hear and see and feel and think is

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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly's not a light sleeper, not under ordinary circumstance. These aren't ordinary circumstances, even without the nightmare where she wakes to find him already gone.

Alain's gone tense suddenly, and it's not enough to quite wake her, but her arm tightens reflexively around his waist.

[awesome_lilly]

One hand closes around the jade pendant, still warm from Alain's skin. The other still clings to him.

Lilly looks up at him, and smiles, or tries to. It's a benediction, and something to cling to, and it's nowhere near enough.

It's just enough to steal my heart and run
And fade out with the falling sun

"I love you."

[honest_johns]

He holds her tight, with both arms, and smiles back. It's watery; the tears are threatening to flow again, though he holds them back.
Before us lies eternity; our souls
"And I love thee."
Are love,
"I always will."
And a continual farewell