[ Merrick's arm goes around her easily, pulling her in tight and rough against him, his hand curled around her shoulder. He holds her like he holds anything precious; with every part of him, somehow tenuous yet clinging for life.
There's a lot that could be said, but words typically aren't what he uses and she knows that. He kisses the top of her head, then lets her go so he can reach for the instrument again. ]
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Date: 2015-11-04 05:12 am (UTC)There's a lot that could be said, but words typically aren't what he uses and she knows that. He kisses the top of her head, then lets her go so he can reach for the instrument again. ]
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