Alixandr Savage should be mental by now. (savagelaw) wrote in wished,
Truthfully he didn’t care where it was they were. He was barely even aware of anyone around them. Friends or family could have walked down the street and he wouldn’t have paid them any attention at all. His every thought was directed to the girl standing there in his arms...she was everything that had ever truly been good in his life. How could he not center his focus on her now? His mind was still chaotic, going a million different directions purely because he had so much that he needed to know, but they were all in consideration to his predicament with her.
He chuckled softly when she mentioned sending the twins a gift basket. He shuddered to think what they would do with such an offering. They weren’t exactly known for their conventionality. He rather thought they would find some way to turn it into a joke. But he was happy to hear the statement...it was just so utterly ‘Trish.’ It made him just want to disapparate with her and keep her all to himself for a few days, because this really was her. The idea that they might not see each other again for even a day or two struck a sort of horror deep within him.
“You’re right...it was shortly after that when the Ministry went downhill. I couldn’t leave because I was sure they’d track me and my whole family down if they thought I was disagreeing. The fact that I worked with them left me so vulnerable. I thought...for a while that maybe you’d been snatched, but when there was no resurfacing, I tried to rule that out...I really hoped that you’d just left. The alternative was too terrible to think about,” his own features were pulled into a severe frown. He remembered those days all too vividly...when he’d been worried about her every waking moment. He’d searched with only people that he trusted with her life...her life, because it was more important to him than his own.
He had been planning to ask her what alternative career path she had turned to, but when her gaze caught his and she said those words...the ones that he’d felt all along, he couldn’t think of any words to say. He felt like a soulless man when she wasn’t with him...like everything that was vital in him for true happiness was gone, but he’d gotten very good at pretending to be happy. Merlin, he hoped he wouldn’t have to pretend anymore.
His features as he looked at her betrayed such tenderness. She hadn’t said it in so many words, but she seemed to be telling him that there had never been anyone else for her either...that her happiness was dependent upon him in the same way that his was on her. Alix simply could not restrain himself. He kissed her like he had wanted to for years. It wasn’t precisely a chaste kiss, but it was entirely gentle at the same time. Perhaps it was forward, but he didn’t care...not when he loved her so much, not when he needed her like this.