Alixandr Savage should be mental by now. (savagelaw) wrote in wished,
He had more than one box of letters that Trish had written him still stowed away. Most of them were well worn from the times that he’d read them since. At first, they had been his vice...the thing that he clung to when he couldn’t take her absence. There were other things...pictures...a shirt of his that smelled like her, but the shirt had lost it’s comfort and sometimes when he wondered whether she was still alive or not, he couldn’t bear to look at the pictures. But her words were always the same...always hers and always with him. There was still a photo of them in his wallet...happily wrapped up in an embrace, with her scrawl on the back...three simple words.
“It’s no problem at all,” he said at her thanks, a bit of a smile in his voice. He steeled himself when he looked at her. He was prepared to be disappointed...but the resemblance was so striking that he found himself wanting to sit there on the street rather than just crouch. Her hair was a different color...it wasn’t the same length and didn’t have the same curl, but her lips were made of the same sweet curves, and her eyes of the same bits of the ocean...they always had been able to captivate him.
Even when she started speaking, all he could do was stare into those blue eyes that had haunted him for years...blue eyes he never thought he’d see again. He couldn’t help but think that her stuttering sentence was adorable...that made the thought that this really was Trish solidify. Why would anyone else that looked so similar to her have that kind of reaction to him?
He almost didn’t trust himself to be seeing her correctly. Alix had seen her everywhere he went for years since her disappearance, “Trish?” he said softly, her familiar name escaping him in a breath that he wasn’t sure he meant to utter. He knew he sounded disbelieving, but he knew it...knew with everything in him that this was her there in front of him.
“Good Godric...you’re alive...I thought...bloody hell. It’s really you,” He couldn’t seem to control his thoughts either. But there was a light in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. This...he wasn’t even sure it was real. He wanted to pinch himself to ensure it wasn’t a dream, but he wondered if that would be rude.