Simple and powerful — the touch calls him home. Nicky stills. Yusuf is here, at his side, as he has always been. From the first day to the last, in spite of any separation. He exhales most of his displeasure. He needs no more comfort, although it may be freely offered, and also freely taken, if so. This isn't the time or place. They need to clear the rooftop.
Her voice stops his heart. Wildly, he looks for her, looking as cracked as Yusuf's voice expresses.
'Always,' echoes Nicky. She's so dark against the sky, her eyes burn — he steps forward with more certainty than he feels. He's never been the target of such an expression. Or at the business end of a gun, from her. 'Sister,' he calls to her softly, in the tongue they always shared, around their campfire, under the sky. 'Please.'
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Date: 2021-05-16 08:38 am (UTC)Her voice stops his heart. Wildly, he looks for her, looking as cracked as Yusuf's voice expresses.
'Always,' echoes Nicky. She's so dark against the sky, her eyes burn — he steps forward with more certainty than he feels. He's never been the target of such an expression. Or at the business end of a gun, from her. 'Sister,' he calls to her softly, in the tongue they always shared, around their campfire, under the sky. 'Please.'