[ There are so many different things he could have said. Whens and for how longs, other queries or protests that would have let her stay carefully within her own lines, speaking bare facts for a little longer.
But instead he holds her tighter with his body, and with his mouth he lets her go. And this, this precisely…
Whatever the universe, Loki’s hand has always been the shape of Alexandrie’s heart. And so instead of turning nimbly, numbly inwards, her shoulders tremble in that way that means she has begun to cry. ]
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But instead he holds her tighter with his body, and with his mouth he lets her go. And this, this precisely…
Whatever the universe, Loki’s hand has always been the shape of Alexandrie’s heart. And so instead of turning nimbly, numbly inwards, her shoulders tremble in that way that means she has begun to cry. ]
Every day.
[ She says, and means keep holding. ]