Reunion
@gallowshumxr
They recognized the smell in almost a heart beat.
The strong mixture of alcohol and gunpowder was enough to pick up in the sea of people, making them halt in their steps and find it troubling to control their increased breathing. All together, it stopped with an exhale, no longer able to draw breath as they turned towards the source--was this hope they were feeling?
Being pushed aside by persistent citizens wasn’t enough to deter them, the gentle voice breaks now and then with apologies directed towards they air. They hoped--they prayed--that during all their time here, through everything they went through, one thing would go their way... Just this once?
The memory of their time together was held close to them more than they would admit out of fear of losing that strange connection the two seemed to share, and yet the instant brown eyes locked on his familiar figure... Their lower lip quivered. Cheeks piping hot, flushed, easy to distinguish between their already paled, sickly skin tone.
This man... This man... They couldn’t admit it, not that they knew the feeling he gave them, but this man... He always unknowingly made them feel human.
Despite the growing hoard of people around them, their words broke through the mumbling crowd, weak and yet strong. Gentle, and yet forceful. Calling for Dismas’ attention, their shaken hand raised, pointed towards him as though no other part of their body was capable of moving in this moment of realization.
“ ...It’s you. ”