— I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night —
There’s a hazy, distant part of Agetta’s mind that wonders if it should matter so much when she feels the brush of his lips on her pale skin. If it's healthy for it to have so much impact on her. But it does. It means everything, to not be rebuked right now. Her breath hitches ever so slightly with the softest of sobs at this simple, wonderful, beautiful thing and the love that causes her heart to swell. Those tense muscles his touch trails over relax in his wake and even though it cannot possibly heal everything she feels a shift all the same.
As though the words he whispers against her skin begin to take root there. Her response is almost instant, delayed only by a smile. “Having you here is enough.” Her voice is more certain than her heart. She’s still not sure whether it’s fair for her to love him as she mourns for what she destroyed with Plume, as she still loves someone else. It’s been years now and her once-king has not crossed paths with her again. Agetta finally begins to wonder if he ever will find her. Can she convince herself that it is truly over, with no hope of repairing? Or will she continue being uncertain, continue having half of her waiting, until she finally dies again.
Not now she thinks to these troublesome thoughts as she holds them at a distance, brushing them aside in favour of the present. She makes the decision not to cleave herself in two while Garbage is here, with kind words and a gentle touch. “What if we… what if we try not to let it go so long between seeing each other? What if we stick together?” She pulls back to look at him, to watch his expression at this suggestion. Hope clouding with doubt. “Keep each other out of trouble.” She adds with a small smile, as an attempt at a joke though the humour of it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Trouble didn’t even begin to cover it. Trouble was the mildest possible way of summing up everything that had happened.
@[garbage]