Re: Hannah & Jeremiah; Jester's Court
She wasn't disappearing, and she wasn't leaving, and she didn't pull back from the forehead press to hers. She closed her eyes brief, brief, when he cupped her jaw, and she shhhhh'ed against his cheek. "It's okay," she said, because she could tell he was having trouble finding the words, that they were tripping him up, and he'd said enough already. There was enough confession in this carriage confessional, and she decided the rest of the night would be good and light, bright and without weight to bow back or curve shoulders.
She lifted a hand to his hair, and she smoothed strands. Soothing, soothing, and her hand running down the side of his head and coming to rest on his shoulder. Eyes open again, and she smiled at him softly as he apologized, and she shook her head. "It's okay," she promised. "It's okay." She took the hand he slid into hers, and she squeezed, and she nodded at his offer to find the castle and dance.
And, when the carriage reached the bottom, she opened the door and hopped out, landing on two feet at once and looking over her shoulder at him like someone very young. All the bad things forgotten, all the shadows erased, and she tugged on his fingers. "Our kingdom, remember?" she asked him, and it was vast and open, glowing in shades and neons and promise. Overhead, the sky was clear and beautiful, and she pulled on his fingers. "Come on. I'll race you to our castle," she said, and she broke off into a run, fingers slipping from his and not waiting for his answer.
She figured he could use a playful chase in the moonlight.