@imperialshe / shadows call : “Pajamas and movies sounds really nice.”
SHE’S STILL TREMBLING, her arms firmly interlocked around him, quiet voice escaping tentatively into the dark of night. It should feel like routine at this point-- Anya’s body pressed flush against his after some horrifying fragment of her forgotten past flashes before her eyes-- but despite its familiarity, he never gets used to seeing the fear in her eyes or the way she quivers in his secure embrace. Like this, it seems impossible that she’s the same fearless woman he’s fallen for, but perhaps it’s this secret history that she grapples with that makes her more RESILIENT.
His gaze follows a stray tear that rolls down her cheek and he reaches out, the pad of his thumb gently brushing it away. “Yeah, pyjamas and movies sounds good. I think Al left some ice cream in the freezer too.” Dmitry attempts a wry smile with a vague wave behind him, confidence marred only by a flicker concern. Arms loosen from her shoulders and with valiant effort, he tries to ease the heaviness that blankets the room. “Just don’t make it one of those cheesy chick flicks-- I really don’t think I could take it.”
