Re: After the meeting
Hope closed her eyes as he led her through to the room they had shared. While she wanted to bathe in the memories, grab ahold with both hands and keep them all for dear life, she wanted the second return of her memories to be of that room. Of that absolutely perfect bedroom. Everything else was unimportant.
The room was like a gift. Her wings spread just a little at the crisp feeling in the air, the moment it hit her skin, before she folded them away and put them up. The first time she'd done so on ages. The first time she'd changed herself by physically removing her clothes, was another step, as her fingers began tugging at the buckles and clips.
"I feel rusty, doing all this." Hope admitted. To him. To herself.