Bridget Dunstan is BAD to the bone (badassbee) wrote in fourteenshades, |
Bridget started to reach for Godric's hand when he spoke. She wanted him to know that he wasn't alone, that they weren't gone, but she wasn't sure how much hope to have for a future in this place. That's why she lived moment to moment as much as possible. Clearly, not always, since she dwelled on what and who was missing. She dwelled on the past, and hoped for little things. She realised that her hand hovered over his arm as she debated internally, and she let it fall back into her lap.
"Your home could arrive again. If I assume correctly." She pushed her hand through her hair. "A man with a wandering heart finds home in people and not places. Yeah? They were both here before. I've seen people go and come, and they may come again." She looked at the stars. "It's my wish for you," she said quietly.
At first, when his arm went around her, Bee stiffened. The contact was sudden, and something shivered through her. Half a second later, she relaxed against his side, and her head landed on his shoulder. She felt safe. Unsure, yes, but completely at ease. She let her hand drift over to his leg and rest there. It wasn't a conscious movement. It was the logical place to put it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew his scent. A little weird, maybe, but it was thing that was connected to memory the closest. Trees, wood smoke, and him. "I don't know if you can stop them from throwing you a party, Godric. Many in this town admire you. Are fond of you. Unless you tell them no, they'll do it anyway."