It's his voice. It's impossible to think it could be anyone else's voice. It's been etched into her heart since the first moment he had spoken, more than a lifetime ago.
It's his touch, as well, delicate and pulling a rush of memories to the forefront of her mind as fingers brush against her temple. It's enough, at least, to get her taking a deep breath and opening her eyes.
It's his eyes. It's his smile. It's a little rough around the edges, because he's standing before her like a son of Adam, but it's entirely his smile.
The noise she makes is soft and rushed. Any words are lost against his shoulder, because it's suddenly impossible to do anything but latch her arms tight around him, dripping wet and shaking unconsciously.
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Date: 2014-06-10 04:46 pm (UTC)It's his touch, as well, delicate and pulling a rush of memories to the forefront of her mind as fingers brush against her temple. It's enough, at least, to get her taking a deep breath and opening her eyes.
It's his eyes. It's his smile. It's a little rough around the edges, because he's standing before her like a son of Adam, but it's entirely his smile.
The noise she makes is soft and rushed. Any words are lost against his shoulder, because it's suddenly impossible to do anything but latch her arms tight around him, dripping wet and shaking unconsciously.