[He doesn't need to hear her voice, doesn't even need to see her to know where she is, know that she's there. He can feel her, on a bone deep, soul deep level. The fact that she's sought him out is both flattering and painful.
His heart's hammering in his chest is proof of the hurt. She looks like before he'd nearly died, before Lara had sent her to die. In his arms. A part of him wonders if he kisses her if it will burn him again, but he doesn't trust himself to avoid her either.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. The air is heavy with the smell of dust and mold and sweat, but under that he can smell her essence. His Hunger growls as its favorite meal is noticed and he balls his fist up to shove it down just so he can talk to her.]
Justine... [Just saying her name makes him long for her but he's stronger than his own lust and desire, dammit.] Does this mean you'll be my Princess Leia. I'm sure we can find you the outfit somewhere.
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His heart's hammering in his chest is proof of the hurt. She looks like before he'd nearly died, before Lara had sent her to die. In his arms. A part of him wonders if he kisses her if it will burn him again, but he doesn't trust himself to avoid her either.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. The air is heavy with the smell of dust and mold and sweat, but under that he can smell her essence. His Hunger growls as its favorite meal is noticed and he balls his fist up to shove it down just so he can talk to her.]
Justine... [Just saying her name makes him long for her but he's stronger than his own lust and desire, dammit.] Does this mean you'll be my Princess Leia. I'm sure we can find you the outfit somewhere.