Re: Dock: Clementine & Declan
[His fingers against her scalp were kindness. For all that Clementine knew more folks now than she ever could remember knowing close, most of them weren't folks that she touched, and they weren't folks went touching her. Murphys, they weren't real affectionate, and her momma's loving had been all show, nothing real behind any of it. Clementine, she couldn't remember cuddling up any with anyone since Lore died. She bedded down with Graham and Shane, but it wasn't a thing like this. Maybe Jude was closest. Her and Jude, and the whole world something separate from them, and that was as real Murphy siblings as it could get. She wondered, sometimes, if Alexander and Chloe curled up 'round one another, but it was hard picturing. Alexander, he was like a long and hard winter, and Chloe was like a mirror that only reflected back on itself, icy shards and not a whole lot of loving to her that wouldn't cut and sever arteries.
But he said the words right, the ones she wanted to hear, and Clementine, she didn't mind so much they were prompted. She was drunk enough she could pretend easy, and his fingers in her hair were asking for more, not telling her to go on giving less.
She was drunk enough her eyes were getting real heavy, lashes sticking on tears and her cheeks salty. She wasn't thinking on lines being crossed, and she wasn't thinking on lines being toed. This wasn't nothing so bad it would need censoring, least her mind said so, and she kissed her way on back to his chin.
Just one kiss. She wouldn't remember it come morning, and folks kissed on the lips all the damn time. Truth was, she hadn't had anything like that since Shane months ago, and it felt like something that might make her feel a whole lot better just now.] You give me one kiss, and I'll go on up to bed and leave you to your thoughts.
[She looked at him while she said it, eyes real red 'round all that blue, and her looking at him like Summers when they were small and their world was something pretty, but real unkind, and they were different than the others. Half, and it wasn't never the same as being born on the right side of that Murphy blanket.]