It had been a honey-colored reality, here: a place of limited danger and long, indistinguishable days, with only the responsibilities she'd assigned herself. She'd tried to ground herself with the routine and hard work of making food, feeding people; she'd liked to think it was helping others, to have at least the reality of a good meal made by hand, but really it was structure, fear of drifting. She felt more anchored at this moment than she had in...years, maybe.
"They got through the door," she said, probably unnecessarily.
She could see in the dark. She would've almost preferred darkness for this moment, but she could see everything around her with inhuman, bewildering clarity: the movement of the water in the river that edged the restaurant; the small scraps of life that were the flowers in the vases at each table; when she looked down, their hands joined.
Her hand tightened in his. "What do we do? Do we just...wait?"
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Date: 2008-12-04 07:46 am (UTC)"They got through the door," she said, probably unnecessarily.
She could see in the dark. She would've almost preferred darkness for this moment, but she could see everything around her with inhuman, bewildering clarity: the movement of the water in the river that edged the restaurant; the small scraps of life that were the flowers in the vases at each table; when she looked down, their hands joined.
Her hand tightened in his. "What do we do? Do we just...wait?"