MrsVnk
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“Can I hug you?” her whisper is lost among the dead around them. Her hands are instinctively still clutching the swords, unwilling to part with the imaginary safety. Her face is covered in blood. Her hair, barely grown out since college, is completely disheveled and dirty. Her lips, despite her strong body, is trembling.
Her eyes, still glowing with kindness and love, meet his.
“Yes,” his whisper cuts the silence into pieces. His hands are the first to reach out to her, hesitantly grabbing the wet fabric of her dress. His face burrows into her shoulder, the hardness of her muscles against his cheek making him feel ridiculously calm. His hair is touchingly soft and smells musty when the pale girlish cheek touches it. His lips, unfortunately, are trembling too.
(Almost all fanfic is not written in English)