mouthbreathing: (screwdriver)
Война Машина | Warsman ([personal profile] mouthbreathing) wrote in [community profile] rouz 2015-07-02 07:20 pm (UTC)

[The sounds of heartbreak are clipped short by the sound of her heels, too smart and neat to carry them nearer. But then, she's always been that way, hasn't she? A delicate core surrounded by a harder shell, beautiful but in a distant sort of way. In some sense, she's more like a machine than Warsman has ever been.

Until now. Now the space between them has widened, deepened to a gulf; he hears her reach out and touch him, and all but the slightest pressure is swept away into the void of his wounded senses, while the memory of her soft palms taunts him in his dark, quiet mind. He may not be able to feel it, but he can remember it. Only too well. And when she speaks...

Something deep inside of him constricts with the sheer force of his frustration. What he wants to do is put his hand over hers and tell her she's wrong, but no matter how hard he wills his body to move it lies as still as a corpse but for what feels like a hard tension that balls itself up in the pit of his stomach. Whether it's real or imagined doesn't matter. It's all he can do for her right now, and it's killing him.

All he needs is time. Once he's repaired, he'll put her right and hold her again, and if he focuses on that it will happen. It will.]

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