Our house of memories

His confession that Somnium got lonely made Bellamy’s heart ache. If only she could make these visits more frequent. If only… if only they never had to be apart again. A sad smile touched her lips. “It felt like such a long period of time passed in the Hallows… and yet… like time was fake too. I don’t know how to explain it.” Maybe they were just more in tune than they realized. Drawing comfort from one another regardless of if both were there together or not. Acere had renewed her faith that the end would still have meaning… and maybe she gave him faith that someday he would not have to be alone either. He never deserved that fate… and her heart ached for all the time he’d been alone thus far.

“I wouldn’t say that. More of her father’s heart, if anything.” Bellamy had always considered Gavroche responsible for the good in her children. It was hard to see the positives in herself, or just how much she truly cared for her family. She drew back to look upon Acere’s face. “You will meet them one day, Ace, I’m sure of it.” It was the most confident her words had been in a long time. “...and maybe you can’t walk with me beyond this place… but this is where we can meet… and knowing you are here, and that we can still meet… If I never woke back up… I wouldn’t regret a thing.” Not that she longed to die, but Bellamy had accepted that what waited after wouldn’t be bad. She would find peace… company…

But the last of his words brought heat to her face. A flustered feeling in her heart and chest. Bellamy closed her eyes, feeling each beat of her heart in those next seconds. “...and I believe that is something both of our hearts could agree on, Acere.” When she opened her eyes again there was warmth within them, but tears too. “I’d often wondered how things would have been different if I had been able to stay in Winterfell… you were the first to really give me a chance… and even then… I…” Her gaze slipped to her paws. “I didn’t know how to process those feelings then. I was still learning to trust others, to believe in the good in the world. …and I feared if I told you… you might not feel the same way…”

She lifted her gaze again, a bright smile on her maw.

“Seems I was just overthinking things…” Her paw moved toward his. Divinities how she longed to touch him. “I want to be where you are…” Her voice softened. “...That is where I feel happiest now.”

"Speech," 'Thought.'