She hugs him back, twining arms around his neck and resting her head on his shoulder like a small child.
"We held the line," she whispers, and her smile is small and fragile and sweet; he can see it, even though her face is turned away from his. "Over time and tide and death."
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Date: 2009-05-25 08:09 pm (UTC)"We held the line," she whispers, and her smile is small and fragile and sweet; he can see it, even though her face is turned away from his. "Over time and tide and death."