she basked in his presence, took him all in and breathed in ease for the first time since he had left. She terrified herself, she utterly frightened the living daylights out of herself and could not bear to be left with only herself. She knew that without the safety of her usual madness she was likely to fall into a new one simply by the insanity of her own presence. But none of that matters now, for Avro was there beside her. More then beside, was tangled against the spray of her legs and affection, had his nose to the tips of her ears, tickling against the small furs that rested there. She resisted the urge to twitch them, or to giggle trying instead to concentrate on his words.
They where soft words, beautiful in the way they where spoken and the meanings they held. She would saviour them, and remember each tone he implied, each letter her used and the whole that it all became. The whole.. she almost forgot to take in the whole in her reverence of the singles, but she did not so now, and blinking looked up at him. Leaning backwards so the back of her head dipped into the soft fur of his chest as her eyes moved up to rack against the form of his face. He had spoken again, more words for her to saviour, to grace her ears with their beauty. It was quite possible that she had become to revere him, to think of him as something more, something akin to a god ? but one she could touch, and feel and see. ?It doesn't matter Avro, it was gone the second I heard your call and nothing else matters when your here? she would whisper it as she looked up at him, her voice almost a song and joy danced in her eyes. He was hear again, he was here and every touch and sound was a joy to her. ?I think I would like.. to see the view off a mountain? she murmured softly to him now.
"Speech"
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