[That, despite everything, pulls Ophelia fully to her feet. There are few enough moments together, and fewer still in which it's easy to smooth her fingers protectively through his hair and against his cheeks without reaching up toward his towering height.]
Will you rest, elskede?
[They're too alike, she knows. They would both burn themselves nearly to ashes caring for those they felt needed the attention, the gentleness, the devotion that they each held in the depths of themselves.
They'll rest together. They'll find their way back to something close to themselves together again.]
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Will you rest, elskede?
[They're too alike, she knows. They would both burn themselves nearly to ashes caring for those they felt needed the attention, the gentleness, the devotion that they each held in the depths of themselves.
They'll rest together. They'll find their way back to something close to themselves together again.]