( The gentle press of his lips is enough to chase any lingering doubts of the reality of this moment away, back to the depths of her nightmares. He is real and alive, if not whole. This new world they've created is theirs to explore together, side by side, hand in hand.
It is what every single person they've lost would want for them. It's what they all fought for, died for, and it would be a disservice to their memory to pretend otherwise. If anything else, she and Clive owe it to them to put one foot in front of the other and see where it takes them.
At his words, however, she lets out a small laugh; pressing a kiss against his lips in return, soft and aching. )
I would let you, in any life. ( Because she cannot imagine one were she wouldn't love him, let alone one without him. ) Though do not be so hasty. Your uncle might insist upon it in this one.
( For Jill courting would only be a formality, and they both have long shed everything but their titles of their past life. What need do they have for any formality at this point? It was always going to be an eventuality for her when she was a child, a political move no matter how she might have wished otherwise. That she can choose to be courted, to be loved and love as husband and wife, still seems so foreign as to be impossible.
But Clive has a way of making those impossible things a reality. )
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It is what every single person they've lost would want for them. It's what they all fought for, died for, and it would be a disservice to their memory to pretend otherwise. If anything else, she and Clive owe it to them to put one foot in front of the other and see where it takes them.
At his words, however, she lets out a small laugh; pressing a kiss against his lips in return, soft and aching. )
I would let you, in any life. ( Because she cannot imagine one were she wouldn't love him, let alone one without him. ) Though do not be so hasty. Your uncle might insist upon it in this one.
( For Jill courting would only be a formality, and they both have long shed everything but their titles of their past life. What need do they have for any formality at this point? It was always going to be an eventuality for her when she was a child, a political move no matter how she might have wished otherwise. That she can choose to be courted, to be loved and love as husband and wife, still seems so foreign as to be impossible.
But Clive has a way of making those impossible things a reality. )