Date: 2006-01-21 09:29 pm (UTC)
A dark night of the soul.

He had those as well, and wrapped both arms firmly around her. She was pulling at his shirt, but he did not particularly mind. Leaning his head down, he rested his own head against the top of hers. It helped to speak of it.

"What hurts, my lady?"
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