[The softness feels almost strange. The gentleness of his touch is familiar, but almost distant now, as if from some ancient time beyond the last few days.
But if she forces herself to shift, Ophelia can fill herself with an awareness of exactly where she is. The arms encircling her are Faramir's. The fingers smoothing through her hair are Faramir's. The voice in her ears and the forehead she can shift to press her own against are Faramir's.
She can trust this. She can relearn this.]
I would not... dwell on it. [Finished with carefully wiping at the tears, her fingers shift to catch a shaky hold at Faramir's cheek. She knows him. She knows she's safe here.] I would... not e'en think on his touch again.
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Date: 2019-01-20 10:30 pm (UTC)But if she forces herself to shift, Ophelia can fill herself with an awareness of exactly where she is. The arms encircling her are Faramir's. The fingers smoothing through her hair are Faramir's. The voice in her ears and the forehead she can shift to press her own against are Faramir's.
She can trust this. She can relearn this.]
I would not... dwell on it. [Finished with carefully wiping at the tears, her fingers shift to catch a shaky hold at Faramir's cheek. She knows him. She knows she's safe here.] I would... not e'en think on his touch again.