[As though she can't feel the phantom touch of tendrils on her arms and around her throat. They fade eventually, evaporating into dust with the sound of his voice. She swallows, eyelashes fluttering as she feels reality sink in around her; feels the soft heat of his breath as he hums, the rough callouses of his fingers against her forehead. She grasps his wrist because it's tangible and and rolls onto her side until her nose is pressed into the safety of his chest.
Solid. Real. ]Her eyes feel a little wet with relief to have his arms wrap around her, to feel the scratch of his shirt against her lips as she breathes out in shaken, hollow breaths. ] Keep talking. Please keep talking, Eddie.
[Because it's all so solid, but she has to be sure it isn't a trick. She has to be sure his words won't turn poisonous on her. ]
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Solid. Real. ]Her eyes feel a little wet with relief to have his arms wrap around her, to feel the scratch of his shirt against her lips as she breathes out in shaken, hollow breaths. ] Keep talking. Please keep talking, Eddie.
[Because it's all so solid, but she has to be sure it isn't a trick. She has to be sure his words won't turn poisonous on her. ]