nohiggsforyou (nohiggsforyou) wrote in after_the_bombs, @ 2011-09-06 21:17:00 |
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Will really had thought that he would sleep until the alarm in his wand sounded for the time to return to Britain, but after what could only have been a few minutes of deeply content sleep, he'd drifted back toward consciousness. The feel of Audrey against him - all silk and velvet and every other lush, rich, coveted thing and his, all his, for Salazar's sake – was too new, too unbelievable not to pull him back toward the waking world.
He looked at the top of Audrey's bright head as it lay atop his chest through the haze of his lashes and wondered if he was actually dreaming. It was hard to believe that he had just married his best friend on a whim. No, whim wasn't the right word. Nor was lark. Or impulse. Or foolhardy leap.
There was no word that he could think of to describe the thought process that had led to this moment. He wasn't sure if there was even the least bit of conscious thought truly involved despite the easy way that he'd justified his proposal both to Audrey and to himself. He'd simply acted on a strangely visceral knowledge that he was doing the right thing for himself and for his dearest friend. The only other time that surety had filled him had been when he'd signed the papers to purchase the Seedy.
Smiling to himself, he found her hand with his and wove their fingers together until he could feel the cool metal of her wedding band against his hand and let himself just float at the edge of waking with a full heart.