responsibilities

Sohalia

And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back

She hadn't stopped to consider whether she was asking too much, whether Jude would have things going on that he couldn't leave. She should have, perhaps, what with the return of Maeve and Harper's ascension to the throne of Torchline. But when she'd written her letter, she'd been so all-consumed with worry that she hadn't thought about any of that - she had just known that she needed him here with her, as quickly as he could get here, and she knew that he would come. Of that, she had no doubt.

Still, his arrival took her by surprise; she hadn't been paying attention and hadn't heard the door open, so she jumped when he suddenly appeared at her side, raising her head from her hands to stare blearily at him before launching herself into his arms. It didn't matter that they were on the floor; it only mattered that he was here. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder, a lump in her throat as she fought to keep things together, at least until she could explain what was going on. It wouldn't do her any good to burst into tears the moment he walked in the door.

"Jude," she cried, her relieved voice muffled from where she remained pressed against him. "I'm so glad you're here. I - I -" she stammered, sitting back to gaze into his eyes. "I don't even know where to start."

Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken