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dhuha( It's taken her over a year to get this far, to get James out of his stupor and depression and give him some meaning and a chance to move forward to regain his humanity. She accepted the loss when it happened, fully aware that letting James make the choices he did would end up tearing them apart and if she needed to save herself, it would mean giving him up entirely. After the fall of Firebird, none of their predictions ever came through and the government quietly settled into its new regime, a mockery of a democratic function, but the optimism was there all the same. They never came after James Kilconey and they never came after Del Langely, and even though the two of them still slept with a gun on their nightstands and a knife under the pillow, fearful of the day the government would realize they murdered their key project, the pair of them were largely forgotten, left to reform a normal life.
Over a year later Del curls up on the couch, one knee propped up between herself and James, like a barrier she can't wait to tear down. She presses a thumb to his cheek, drawing it along the prominent bones that make up his distinct features, over his lips and the carefully guarded smile he had on his face. ) I like this. ( Del whispers, smiling back warmly, encouragement rife in her tone. She moves to cup his face with both hands, brushing against the stubble that was now a permanent feature on James' face. ) I like... ( She pauses, as if a little hesitant about the words that came next, of the feelings she wanted to admit. Tilting her head slightly, she looks up to catch James' eyes, searching them for any fear, but when none came she continues. ) I like being with you.
( There's more Del wants to say, more words and confessions she's kept inside since before everything went to hell, but this time she lets actions speak. Her hands are steady, firm on James' face as she leans in for a kiss. there's no struggle, no fear, just the two of them taking a step together. Del shifts, one hand palming his shirt, the other still holding him in place, but it's a gentle kiss and she pulls away a second later, as if apologetic for her behavior. It doesn't last long before Del kisses him again, soft yet determined to make him aware of her. )
I like kissing you.
Over a year later Del curls up on the couch, one knee propped up between herself and James, like a barrier she can't wait to tear down. She presses a thumb to his cheek, drawing it along the prominent bones that make up his distinct features, over his lips and the carefully guarded smile he had on his face. ) I like this. ( Del whispers, smiling back warmly, encouragement rife in her tone. She moves to cup his face with both hands, brushing against the stubble that was now a permanent feature on James' face. ) I like... ( She pauses, as if a little hesitant about the words that came next, of the feelings she wanted to admit. Tilting her head slightly, she looks up to catch James' eyes, searching them for any fear, but when none came she continues. ) I like being with you.
( There's more Del wants to say, more words and confessions she's kept inside since before everything went to hell, but this time she lets actions speak. Her hands are steady, firm on James' face as she leans in for a kiss. there's no struggle, no fear, just the two of them taking a step together. Del shifts, one hand palming his shirt, the other still holding him in place, but it's a gentle kiss and she pulls away a second later, as if apologetic for her behavior. It doesn't last long before Del kisses him again, soft yet determined to make him aware of her. )
I like kissing you.
