[ Lance doesn't release his grip immediately, realizing instantly what it was he held in his arms. Not unlike Orpheus, he thought if he dared even a second to lay eyes on the beautiful creature in his arms that she would surely disappear from his world forever again. His hand smooths down her back as his breath quivers as he tries to calm himself. He nuzzles into her a little longer, tears rolling down his cheeks and into her long, beautiful, white hair full with all its curls and life.
Finally he draws back, unafraid of some deal struck with the devil that might bring this woman back into his arms, and there she is. Not a day older than the first and last time he saw her. Of course he's since changed, a little more cut in his jaw, the light scruffle of a beard he still couldn't decide if he liked. His eyes are shot red from the bout of tears that had distracted him earlier, but they still held all the love, warmth, and affection that they had always offered her. His lips turn to smile as she brushes his markings.
It takes him a while to find anything to say, so starstruck is he to see her again that the lump in his throat threatens to send him to the afterlife as he struggles with an even breath. At last he speaks, voice strained. ] They're a good look for me, huh?
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Finally he draws back, unafraid of some deal struck with the devil that might bring this woman back into his arms, and there she is. Not a day older than the first and last time he saw her. Of course he's since changed, a little more cut in his jaw, the light scruffle of a beard he still couldn't decide if he liked. His eyes are shot red from the bout of tears that had distracted him earlier, but they still held all the love, warmth, and affection that they had always offered her. His lips turn to smile as she brushes his markings.
It takes him a while to find anything to say, so starstruck is he to see her again that the lump in his throat threatens to send him to the afterlife as he struggles with an even breath. At last he speaks, voice strained. ] They're a good look for me, huh?
[ A torn sob and laugh follows. ]