They're dancing, and he's close and alive and so strange that she wants to kiss him properly, pull him close and see if some of that strange light in him will stick to her if she does, but she doesn't even manage to finish the thought until there's nothing between her and the open, yawning air but Aiden's will.
She forces herself not to struggle. Not to scrabble at the edge of the roof with her feet, not to pull at him. Not to close her eyes. She can't help her gasp of fear, the strained tone of her voice, but she can keep her gaze on his face.
"Don't ever accuse me of not caring." It's taut and terrified but it's angry, in her viscera, in her marrow. Thrumming through her like she's a tuning fork he's just struck. "Don't you ever."
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Date: 2012-08-13 10:24 am (UTC)She forces herself not to struggle. Not to scrabble at the edge of the roof with her feet, not to pull at him. Not to close her eyes. She can't help her gasp of fear, the strained tone of her voice, but she can keep her gaze on his face.
"Don't ever accuse me of not caring." It's taut and terrified but it's angry, in her viscera, in her marrow. Thrumming through her like she's a tuning fork he's just struck. "Don't you ever."