The reaction, sudden and unanticipated, having expectednothing more than the furrow of a brows and indignant scoff, elated Jamie justthe same. It elicits a giggle of her too, high-pitched and genuine, conveyingevery ounce of sheer glee that encompassed the hybrid. Smaller arms come towrap around Rudi, tugging him into a warm and tight embrace — though one not as taut as his had been, nearly depriving her of air,though it did not matter: the merriment overruling all else.
When she draws back, hands are eager to seize a gentle holdof his face again, intent on imprinting his features in her brain as if theywere to be separated again — not wanting to even forget the outlines ofhis face should such accursed event present itself. There is still the widesmile adorning her face, a finger fondly caressing the bridge of his nose beforethey traced his brows, cheeks, jaws, chin, leaving no expanse of skinuntouched.
Still swallowed in their moment of joy, she leaned in,pressing a kiss right onto his cheek and then another on forehead — loving gestures he too had not received plenty of in all likelihood. Shewondered if in all those years spent in separation there had been someone tocomfort him as she did: tenderly and carefully. Wondered too if there had beensomeone to listen to, allowing Rudi to voice that what tormented his mind andcreated a safe haven for his thoughts and mental being.
Still held up in his hands, Jamie reached for the notebook,hastily flipping to a blank page and scribbling something down before turningit for him to read.
𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚍𝚢𝚘𝚞.𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚞.𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚞?
Missed him she truly had. A friend, one of the few to noneshe truly had. Carefully, she extended her hand to carve through his hair in the same old fashion she always had, curling a strand around her finger before styling it back into place. It still felt the same. He still felt the same.
a moment comes where she pulls from their embrace, and rudi has a momentary thought of PULLING JAMIE CLOSER, never letting her go. would that be so bad ? it isn’t every day that someone you’ve lost finally RETURNS. he’s almost scared to; the fear that quickly plagued his mind is just as quick to be pushed off as another thought for another time. jamie’s hands meet his face, fingers tracing every shape. rather than question, he smiles, allowing her to do what she must ( he’d make the same effort too, however, his fingers are longer now-- sharper, permanently. he’d hate to scratch her if he were to take off his gloves ). the kisses bring a little bit of color to his otherwise grayish skin tone. even does a little WIGGLE dance to express his excitement.
eyes travel down to the notepad; he blinks, re - reading it a few times ( has to read things THREE TIMES to get it in his head, same thing with text messages, don’t ask him why ). a big smile reappears, sharp teeth exposed in what is reminiscent of a SHARK GRIN. his hold on her lessens, giving her more space, more room to be able to write. “ oh i’ve missed yous too ! so much ! oh, SO MUCH ! i don’t even know where to begin, i--- “ he stops himself a moment, already aware that he may get CARRIED AWAY, talk mostly of himself. he’d love to share his stories with his friend, absolutely, but he’s become a little self aware at how much he rambles. it’s his FOCUS of this week.
“ i’ve been in and out of town. a couple of times, AGAINST MY WILL, but that’s another story fer another time. “ one arm unwinds from around the smaller, palm of his ( GLOVED ) hand meets her left cheek. “ look at’cha, time’s gone by, n’ it’s jus’ like how it was. sort of. “ he’ll return jamie’s affection, pressing a kiss atop her head. it’s nice to be around people he considered his closest friends. he missed them. MISSED FEELING. feels like an empty beast looking for purpose anymore. “ jamie, where’ve yous been ? ‘cause if yous tell me yous been here all along, i’m gonna have to consider myself an ASSHOLE ‘cause i could have went lookin’ instead of stickin’ my head up THE DEVIL’S ASS. “
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