[ Be still, his beating heart. The drumming in his ears is thunder, the burn in his veins lightning— twenty years of exposure to artificially-induced stimuli, and you'd think that someone would get used to jolts strong enough to shake bone and sinew. In a way, it's a comfort to know that there are some words that can still make his head spin.
'Everything'.
Ah, there it is, that hammering against his ribcage. It hurts in a way he wouldn't trade for his limbs, his blood, his life. ]
Beautiful.
[ So he cheats. Gives her what she wants in words only he can understand, in murmured German against her hair. Measured steps bring Oona to his single bedroom, where he deposits her on clean sheets ruffled with the weight of one person.
For once, he lets himself be an addition on the mattress. Next to her, not on top of her.
(He's still practicing discretion.) ]
A stupidly stubborn siren who should know better. [ Still in German, with one hand tracing the outline of Oona's smooth jaw.
no subject
'Everything'.
Ah, there it is, that hammering against his ribcage. It hurts in a way he wouldn't trade for his limbs, his blood, his life. ]
Beautiful.
[ So he cheats. Gives her what she wants in words only he can understand, in murmured German against her hair. Measured steps bring Oona to his single bedroom, where he deposits her on clean sheets ruffled with the weight of one person.
For once, he lets himself be an addition on the mattress. Next to her, not on top of her.
(He's still practicing discretion.) ]
A stupidly stubborn siren who should know better. [ Still in German, with one hand tracing the outline of Oona's smooth jaw.
And finally, in English: ] ...You're warm.