She pressed as close to him as clothes and skin and bones would allow and Tal wrapped his arms more tightly around the strong, slender shoulders and petite waist of the woman who had faced unimaginable pain and somehow held on to her sanity and her heart. However broken, however wounded that heart was, still it continued to beat in her chest and he loved her for it, and for the strength it took her to stay in a world where so many of her children had been lost.
It was life that he wanted to remember tonight, though, even if those memories were tinged with the tragedy that had followed. He was no Mort, to bring back the dead in truth, but for a short time they could live again in the memories of the ones who had loved them, and he listened as Hotaru painted the portrait of her son with a brush of words that was watered with her tears.
"I think I would've liked 'im," he murmured against hair of palest gold, strands catching in lips roughened by wind and Halo's chill. "How did he feel about dogs? Did he like t'travel?"
It was life that he wanted to remember tonight, though, even if those memories were tinged with the tragedy that had followed. He was no Mort, to bring back the dead in truth, but for a short time they could live again in the memories of the ones who had loved them, and he listened as Hotaru painted the portrait of her son with a brush of words that was watered with her tears.
"I think I would've liked 'im," he murmured against hair of palest gold, strands catching in lips roughened by wind and Halo's chill. "How did he feel about dogs? Did he like t'travel?"
