"That is more likely situation, I suspect. I rarely have any true control, in those moments."
Skellig is quiet a moment longer, simply soaking in the closeness, the intimacy of her body next to his as they converse. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he allows his fingertips to stroke her upper arm.
"It was raining," he says softly. "Not a storm, not a driving rain. Steady, though. I don't remember if I was wet. I don't think I was. I remember hearing it, though. And the smell, as it mixed with the dirt."
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Date: 2024-07-30 11:48 pm (UTC)Skellig is quiet a moment longer, simply soaking in the closeness, the intimacy of her body next to his as they converse. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he allows his fingertips to stroke her upper arm.
"It was raining," he says softly. "Not a storm, not a driving rain. Steady, though. I don't remember if I was wet. I don't think I was. I remember hearing it, though. And the smell, as it mixed with the dirt."