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Katılım Nisan 2022
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His lips were cold - / freezing / - but it didn ' t matter . None of it mattered . He would toss their past away , the horrors could rot , so long as she stayed here , she didn ' t leave .
His hands found her hair , combing through it until he grasped -
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Oh , / god / .
He pressed into her touch , as her warmth poured into him . He needn ' t air , so long as she remained this close to him . The house shivered around them , the foundation creaking under the weight of this happenstance .
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𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚@mirrorattorney
her time to savor the moment. As if it was her last moments and she never wanted it to end. She was in love, utterly in love, and she finally felt loved too.
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followed suit. Their lips practically brushed together, though they hadn't met quite yet.
The warmth of her hand seeped into his skin; suppose he could have called it a blush. If he could, he would have been.
A murmured, "yes," just above the sound of their breathing.
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What was it like to caress a glass of ice water? To draw blood from concrete? Damien assumed that must be what it was like to hold him, to gain his affections. He couldn't help but freeze as the DA pulled ever closer. The scent of her fresh hair, her warm, perfumed body,
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𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚@mirrorattorney
She leans in before stopping, "May I?"
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A kiss?
His stomach tossed and turned.
"You'd..." Brow furrowing, not in frustration but genuine perplexity, like the thought had never come to mind that someone might want to.
"You would do that?"
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He nodded, though his eyes still reflected the gravity of his sadness. This was all so very new, like a fresh spark in the darkness, and he lacked the skill to fan it into a flame.
...And the DA grew closer, yet. He swallowed, straining to retain his composure.
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𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚@mirrorattorney
"We're both dead, but we still love eachother do we not?" she asked shifting a little closer. "We can figure something out, I promise." leaning in. Her gaze goes down to his lips, then back up to his eyes, she takes a deep breath. "Can I kiss you?"
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— he added , “I only wish it were easier to… do something with these feelings of ours. I’m not sure I would make a very good partner in any sense of the word, given my current condition. Being… dead.”
His form flickered like a lightbulb getting ready to go out.
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Damien was quiet for a long time. Though, it was productive quiet. He appeared deep in thought: brows furrowed, lips pulled into that tight frown he’d donned many a times.
… His eyes met hers once more, and he sighed.
“I feel the same way, of course,” with a nod ,
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𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚@mirrorattorney
same way about her.
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“ You… love , me ? “
His eyes shifted, catching her teary expression, trying to read the meaning of her words in her face. Well, of course he loved her, just like he loved Celine and William (and, at a time, Mark). But this was clearly more. It made him nervous.
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Damien’s expression flickered upon seeing her cry. He took his handkerchief and leaned forward, dabbing it on her wet cheeks to soak up the tears.
“It’s alright,” he soothed, “you are so very important to me, even now. I….”
/ ‘ i love you ‘ , she ‘ d said . /
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𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚@mirrorattorney
at Damien. "Damien..." she took a deep breath , "Damien I love you."
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Her hand found him in the darkness so easily. Like it was the most innate thing, that gesture. He reached with his other hand to place it on top of hers .
“ I’m sorry that I cannot give that to you. … I’m sure that I would, given the chance. Though, I won’t give you —
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𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚@mirrorattorney
Maybe in another life none of this would've happened. "Happier.... together." she finally adds on, looking up at Damien. He would always remain her friend, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't want more. She cared about him, so deeply.
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“It’s just that…”
The mayor’s eyes flitted to the ground, expression souring, their voice rumbling with muted echoes.
“Things are …different now.”
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If only he hadn’t dragged the DA into this horrible mess. Maybe then she wouldn’t be suffering so. He shook his head, setting down his glass,
“Don’t speak so lowly of yourself. You’re the same intelligent woman that you were all those years ago.”
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“Always the creative,” Damien smiled, his voice dripping with admiration.
He drank from the wine as she continued; the warmth of alcohol did little to stop the cold. But it was familiar, at least.
… Ah.
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𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚@mirrorattorney
she pauses, looking at her reflection in the wine. "I have a hard time doing them though... my brain is really... scrambled these days. foggy. I lose things a lot, forget things I..." her lip quivers, "I'm not as smart as I used to be."
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“Is that so? Tell me about these hobbies, then. You had so many back in the good old days. Which ones were you considering returning to?”
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“I used to have a bit more of a refined palette, but, ah…”
Rotted away with everything else.
“Oh— thank you.” He takes the glass, watching the wine within swirl in the hearth of the cup.
His eyes flicker to the DA, and his expression softens once more,
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𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚@mirrorattorney
not as smart as she once was" at least according to her. "I've been trying to pick up some new hobbies though. Pass the time." she admits before taking a sip.
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“ well, you know how people have a special taste for such things. Mark especially. I don’t often drink, so, I’m in the same boat as you: wine is wine, yes?”
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All of the DA’s little collections, her choices of decor and candle-scents, it was all so very / her / . He can’t help but feel sentimental at the concept: She had not lost herself as he did.
Ah. Conversation. Yes. His specialty.
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As the DA left the room, Damien looked over at the coffee table. The couch seemed like the most straight-forward option; he set his cane aside and sat down. It takes effort not to look stiff. He’s not sure what to do with himself with her eyes on him.
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𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚@mirrorattorney
tasted that different from the cheaper wine I got." she chuckled.
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