Re: Dock: Clementine & Declan
[Thinking about his wife was a cold burn. There wasn't any more hot anger for him to spend reflecting on those lost days, and no more heat to his hatred of her or his father. Now, it was all just cold… and Declan didn't like being cold. Even if the iced over sentiment was rooted in his heart, that was a kind of chill that Declan swore he could feel all the way into his bones. His bones didn't appreciate it, and psychosomatic foolishness as it was, Declan decided that he would rather bury any and all memory of those days. Frostbite, surgically removed, he'd gotten rid of her. Clementine, as accomplished as she was at digging when she wanted an answer, she seemed to let talk of his ex-wife go, and Declan was glad for that. He ran his fingers through the blonde at her scalp, mussing where it met the hair band.
She asked about love then, and he didn't know what to say. He knew that she was upset about those that had left, and also about not being loved by the man who'd only loved her sister. He'd never been apt at knowing the right words to say, even if the sweet cocktail of medicine and liquor was making him warm to her. Clementine gave him a cheat sheet though, You tell me yes. Her lips were warm, made him feel drowsy, and he might have said about anything she wanted him just then.]
Yeah, I imagine.
[Maybe it was wrong, the way she spoke against his skin, but he didn't go stopping her. In fact, his fingers in her hair were very encouraging. It was a fuzzy line, but one that Declan didn't think either of them had to truly acknowledge as long as it didn't get crossed entirely.]