[He is far better than her at this. At reassurance and love. If only she could better answer his feelings, and properly express how his warmth has restored her-- and how much his absence had frightened her. Even now, as he stands before her and speaks so tenderly, the memory of it dogs her mind. Her natural instincts tell her to take up arms and conquer to keep what is hers, but there is nothing and nobody to fight. She only hears her own whisper, telling herself she would always be in danger of losing him.
Alas, pride is ever her enemy and stills her tongue, unwilling to release the chains of her inhibitions even for her beloved. All she can manage in this moment is to shift their hands so their fingers are laced together, holding fast.]
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Alas, pride is ever her enemy and stills her tongue, unwilling to release the chains of her inhibitions even for her beloved. All she can manage in this moment is to shift their hands so their fingers are laced together, holding fast.]
How? How would you prevent such thoughts?