'till your fingers decompose
One of Safrin's delicate shoulders rises and falls in acknowledgement of his thanks, and though she doesn't move away from him, the distance between the two will feel magnified for her stillness.
"But you can't, can you." She wonders, scrutinizing the man kneeling before her with starbright eyes that found him wanting. He could no more offer her galaxies than he could turn back time, and so it was that she regarded his offered mortal hands with a dissatisfied stare.
"No." She said with a shake of her head. "I haven't long. I expect a call from Hadama shortly." Safrin explains, her tone cold and reasonable. "I have seen much of him since I have returned, and I think it is time he is rewarded for his selfless devotion."
"But you can't, can you." She wonders, scrutinizing the man kneeling before her with starbright eyes that found him wanting. He could no more offer her galaxies than he could turn back time, and so it was that she regarded his offered mortal hands with a dissatisfied stare.
"No." She said with a shake of her head. "I haven't long. I expect a call from Hadama shortly." Safrin explains, her tone cold and reasonable. "I have seen much of him since I have returned, and I think it is time he is rewarded for his selfless devotion."
keep my hand in yours.
