Dustin's observation incites an awareness of her pulse in a heady, throbbing way that feels at once very alive and very crude. There's a special hubris, maybe, in all her secrets and omissions, when this is what she'll reduce to in the end: transient bloodbeats and wreaths of bone. Silly. None of this was built to last.
Lucy holds Dustin where he is, leans into the touch. The moment extends, drawn onward in a breath, before she releases his hand to allow for escape.
Dustin & Lucy
Dustin's observation incites an awareness of her pulse in a heady, throbbing way that feels at once very alive and very crude. There's a special hubris, maybe, in all her secrets and omissions, when this is what she'll reduce to in the end: transient bloodbeats and wreaths of bone. Silly. None of this was built to last.
Lucy holds Dustin where he is, leans into the touch. The moment extends, drawn onward in a breath, before she releases his hand to allow for escape.