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It was simple gravity, really. As the night wore on, the people in the room drifted closer together, sometimes colliding. And if they were all stars in that vacuum, Marlene without a doubt shone brightest. Her head tipped back as she laughed, the drink in her hand was always full, and the ease with which she occupied her space drew Rabastan toward her. Sounds were muffled by the alcohol in his veins, his thoughts quieted for the first time in who knew how long, and he allowed himself to sink into that glow.
She was at his fingertips now, close enough to warm him, and her soft hair flowed through his fingers and gleamed in his palms under the lights. And she was looking at him with those bright eyes like she didn’t hate him and everything he was, and Rabastan almost, almost believed it. But it was enough to rouse him from his stupor and he stumbled out into the night, out of the lights, and disappeared in a blink.
