[ alix's mouth goes dry when he takes her hand because as much as she literally has dreams about this — not always ake, but alway casual intimacy, and the warm feeling of being cared for even a little bit — he has never held her hand in their entire lives. even when he came back from the rege beat almost to death and alix had to make sure he kept breathing through the night and that his fever didn't grow too hot, he only ever held her wrist.
she follows along automatically, head swimming because none of this is right. something had to have happened. ]
Ake, wait. [ she yanks on his hand, dragging him to a stop but not releasing his hand because while she's concerned, she's also deeply selfish. ]
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she follows along automatically, head swimming because none of this is right. something had to have happened. ]
Ake, wait. [ she yanks on his hand, dragging him to a stop but not releasing his hand because while she's concerned, she's also deeply selfish. ]
Are you okay?