Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post 2

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let them live a soft life

[importuned]

In a moment, sweet my lord.

[He's right, of course. Now that her own body feels less far off, less oddly distant from herself, Ophelia is certain she's quite tired. Now that her stomach feels more settled into herself, she knows she ought to eat something, no matter how little she feels anything close to a pang.]

Please.

[For at least the next few heartbeats, it's far too important to study his features. One hand shifts to join her gaze in a careful examination of the lines of his face, the planes and valleys and myriad components of the man exactly as he is in this moment.]

I'm nourished here.

Yes please.

[whattheydefend]

Ophelia...

[His heart aches in his chest, poised somewhere between joy and pain. Slowly he reaches up again and caresses her face, swallowing hard over a sudden lump in his throat. There is a longing in his eyes that he cannot hide--and perhaps would not even if he could.

Slowly, carefully--mindful that he does not know what happened to her, mindful that she may yet need to push him away, and that if she does he must respect it--he bends forward and kisses her, a soft brush of mouth on mouth, breathing in the sweetness and warmth of her breath.]

[importuned]

[The gentleness is a balm. The unquestioning loyalty of the gesture soothes something newly jagged in her heart.

What feels best, of course, is being able to pull her lips back from Faramir's after a heartbeat--and being able to kiss him again with the same lightness, without demand or nerves.

Slowly, Ophelia finds her breath against Faramir's lips. Slowly, her heart begins to beat more fully of its own accord.]

...a-all right.

[whattheydefend]

[He stays so still, the same way he would in a forest when trying not to fright a deer or a fluttering bird. It is not unlike, though so much more important. All the same, deep down Faramir thinks it fortunate that he is a man of great self-restraint. Too much so, he has sometimes been told--but here and now it is serving him well, and he is glad of it.

She pulls away and returns, and he sighs relif at this small but pointed gesture of comfort and trust. One more time he brushes his lips over hers, then pulls back.]

Come, melda. You need rest and care. And in truth so do I, for these past days have been long, and longer ones await. We are both fortunate to have this respite here, I think.

[importuned]

[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.]