Laura does her best to follow through the uncertainty and nervousness and when it finally comes out what Sweeney would like from her, she smiles. Mostly because he vocalised his want for her to be a part of him in whatever way this palisman was going to be.
There's no weird looks or hesitancy, only an assured nod and an easy-going, "Of course, I will. I'd be happy to."
And really, she's touched beyond words, though she doesn't want to seem overly so.
The relief that washes over him is palpable, and Sweeney drops to one knee to get more on eye level with her. He kisses her without further warning, but it's not particularly lustful. It speaks to his gratitude, for both her understanding and her agreement. Breaking the kiss, he presses his forehead to hers.
"Thank you."
The words are simple, but carry the weight faeries put on them; one of the three phrases most rarely given and never frivolously sacrificed. His lips find hers again. Parting after a few seconds, a breathy chuckle slips out.
"F'gure maybe, this time, you can save me."
Sweeney's not overt, but the implication is not hidden: if he's lucky, there's enough love in her blood to bring him back to life, no matter how long it takes.
Laura brings the carved wooden shape closer into her when his lips find hers and she brings up an available hand to hold his face close. He says thank you, but really, she wants to tell him she's the one that should be showing the gratitude. It means more than she can convey, but it's in her eyes when he looks into them.
"Every time," she replies. There was no way she wouldn't ever save him if she could do it. There simply wasn't a place where she existed that he didn't either. And it's a fact that is becoming more and more clear to her everyday. Of her own accord, she steals another kiss and then glances down at palisman egg.
She holds it out to him. "Do you want to do it right now? Because I'm ready when you are."
He really hadn't thought about what the step after would look like; he'd been so hung up on getting through the talk.
"--yes?"
It's not actually a question, just a lift that speaks to his unsureness. But he able to get through it with a nervous smile. Sweeney reaches into his jacket and produces a short, assisted-open knife, and, after snapping it open, he offers it to her hilt-first.
"I...I was thinkin' 'bout a thumbprint on her forehead, if ya don't mind."
Now did seem as good a time as any, Laura thinks, though it does occur to her that maybe there was another step or two before he was ready for her to contribute something of herself to finish it's personal meaning and that there, was touching.
She moves the egg back to her lap and presses the blade top to the fleshy part of her thumb. Before any blood can drip off, she hands back the knife and sets her thumb down to leave a perfect print where Sweeney requested it.
Laura looks up. It was her turn to look nervous . "How's that?"
The motion is smooth as he takes the knife and eases it shut, sliding it into his pocket. His eyes stay fixed on her face as she focuses on the task, and they don't dip after she's done and looking up in question.
"Perfect."
Because of course it is. The shape doesn't matter; it's the Intent. It's always the Intent. And both of there's is pure in this. His smile is warm as it spreads.
Sweeney takes her hand and guides it towards him so he can gently suck her thumb.
Her other four fingers fan out, trailing along his jaw while she stares intently into his face. There's something more in the way she looks back at him -- an obvious tenderness and affection that had been growing more and more apparent since her coma several months back and the holidays after when he'd given her the vial of his blood.
They still may not understand what they have together. Or, even what to call it. But, to Laura, it supersedes any word associated with the "L" word. The one that gets thrown around all too often. She is slowly understanding it's more. It's profound and not simply one thing.
"Thank you for asking me," Laura says it quietly, leaning in to kiss the edge of his mouth.
"Thank ya fer havin' me," he manages around her thumb, perching it gently between his teeth while he speaks. With one more slow suck, he slides off of her and kisses the pad more chastely.
"Fer bein' part of me." The words are as tender as his eyes. For at the end of the day, the palisman is a part of him; that's the whole point.
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There's no weird looks or hesitancy, only an assured nod and an easy-going, "Of course, I will. I'd be happy to."
And really, she's touched beyond words, though she doesn't want to seem overly so.
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"Thank you."
The words are simple, but carry the weight faeries put on them; one of the three phrases most rarely given and never frivolously sacrificed. His lips find hers again. Parting after a few seconds, a breathy chuckle slips out.
"F'gure maybe, this time, you can save me."
Sweeney's not overt, but the implication is not hidden: if he's lucky, there's enough love in her blood to bring him back to life, no matter how long it takes.
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"Every time," she replies. There was no way she wouldn't ever save him if she could do it. There simply wasn't a place where she existed that he didn't either. And it's a fact that is becoming more and more clear to her everyday. Of her own accord, she steals another kiss and then glances down at palisman egg.
She holds it out to him. "Do you want to do it right now? Because I'm ready when you are."
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He really hadn't thought about what the step after would look like; he'd been so hung up on getting through the talk.
"--yes?"
It's not actually a question, just a lift that speaks to his unsureness. But he able to get through it with a nervous smile. Sweeney reaches into his jacket and produces a short, assisted-open knife, and, after snapping it open, he offers it to her hilt-first.
"I...I was thinkin' 'bout a thumbprint on her forehead, if ya don't mind."
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She moves the egg back to her lap and presses the blade top to the fleshy part of her thumb. Before any blood can drip off, she hands back the knife and sets her thumb down to leave a perfect print where Sweeney requested it.
Laura looks up. It was her turn to look nervous . "How's that?"
cw: faint bloodplay?
"Perfect."
Because of course it is. The shape doesn't matter; it's the Intent. It's always the Intent. And both of there's is pure in this. His smile is warm as it spreads.
Sweeney takes her hand and guides it towards him so he can gently suck her thumb.
Re: cw: faint bloodplay?
They still may not understand what they have together. Or, even what to call it. But, to Laura, it supersedes any word associated with the "L" word. The one that gets thrown around all too often. She is slowly understanding it's more. It's profound and not simply one thing.
"Thank you for asking me," Laura says it quietly, leaning in to kiss the edge of his mouth.
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"Fer bein' part of me." The words are as tender as his eyes. For at the end of the day, the palisman is a part of him; that's the whole point.