[ Another cool hand joins the first, even colder than before, offering blissful relief to the way his blood pounds in his temples. It sends a shiver through his shoulders, a tremor that runs into his chest and out with another determinedly slow exhale. Her hands feel good, give him something to focus on instead of the clamor in his skull. Enough of a focal point that he can open his eyes, and realize that March is right there, in front of him. Close enough to touch, if he lets go of her hands, if she weren't already touching him. So close, that... ]
March, I... [ It's too much to try and put into words. Thoughts race in his head, almost overwhelming the clamor of past lives and permanence's might, and her hands are so blissfully cold. Under his fingers, her own heartbeat flutters in his wrist, a miniature tide of her own that he has no command over.
It vaguely registers to him that March is still talking, that she is saying his name. Calling him back to her from where he is lost in his thoughts. It is so easy to follow, leaning forward to push past her cold hands, and try to catch a taste. To see if her mouth is cold too. ]
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March, I... [ It's too much to try and put into words. Thoughts race in his head, almost overwhelming the clamor of past lives and permanence's might, and her hands are so blissfully cold. Under his fingers, her own heartbeat flutters in his wrist, a miniature tide of her own that he has no command over.
It vaguely registers to him that March is still talking, that she is saying his name. Calling him back to her from where he is lost in his thoughts. It is so easy to follow, leaning forward to push past her cold hands, and try to catch a taste. To see if her mouth is cold too. ]