seven and peaches

I know (some of) u don't care, but I changed my username from periwinkle to letherread

And he understood. He understood why people held hands: he'd always thought it was about possesiveness, saying This is mine. But it wasn't. It was about maintaning contact. It was about speaking without words. It was about I want you with me and Don't go.

His eyes scanned her face as they always had, closely, hungrily, snatching at the details of her like the thief he was--- the even set of her dark brows, the rich brown eyes of her eyes, the upward tilt of her lips. He didn't deserve peace and he didn't deserve forgiveness, but if he was going to die today, maybe the one thing he'd earned was the memory of her---brighter than anything he would ever have a right to---to take with him to the other side.

They were twin souls, soldiers destined to fight for different sides, to find each and lose each other too quickly. She would not keep him here. Not like this.

"I have been made to protect you. Even in death, I will find a way." He clasped her hand tighter. "Bury me so I can go to Djel. Bury me so I can take root and follow the water north."