What is dead may never truly die

Walk | Talk | Think

He was still where he stood beside her but she continued to nuzzle against his chest and throat, seating herself before him as she pressed close. It was amazing, wonderful, to feel him here again, even if it was not real, even if it never could be real as it had been when they both lived. Tahlia was desperate enough not to question anything, not the change in her husband nor the changes in herself, so long as it meant she could be here for a short time, to reunite with Bane after struggling so long without him. It was going to be that much harder to return for this little taste of bliss, but she needed it so badly. He was everything in her life and with him gone...it was like having no life at all.

Another quiet whine accompanied the press of his muzzle to her forehead and preceded his response, which was, again, rather self-aware. How was it that this dreamed vision of her husband knew that he was gone, acknowledged his own passing when he could have easily just held her close and pretended as if things were absolutely normal? It was so strange, so different than usual dreams, and yet Tahlia refused to think anything of it. No, if she did, it might pull her from the dream too quickly. She needed to savor this meeting for as long as she could, and she intended not to spoil it with the unnecessary.

His paw lifted, pressed against her chin, and at his urging Tahlia lifted her head to peer upward into his face. He looked even more handsome than she remembered, so young and full of life, his eyes whole and taking all of her in. She felt her own grow teary again as she continued to look at him, blinked once as he kissed her nose and then closed them as she melted into his kiss and let him pull her more tightly to his chest, her balance compromised. Only a slight noise of worry sounded from her as he eased her back, her body tensing slightly, but he held her firm, keeping her steady until her back touched the ground.

Only then did she fully understand what she had failed to realize as he had moved her, heard the growling as his muzzle parted from hers to travel down to her neck, the nips he placed there causing her to shiver with delight. "Bane," she whispered, shocked and amazed that she was getting this time with him, that even in dreams he could make her feel so alive and needy. She lifted a foreleg and pawed at the side of his neck, not caring if the movement ruffled his carefully placed feathers. Maybe she would even take one for herself before her time here was over, before she woke.