lips press hot, feverish against the pale pallor of his cheek. eyes hold in them tears, not of sadness but of relief. the feeling floods her, consumes her at the sight of him. he has changed somehow. his frame ridged. arms wrap themselves around his torso, the top of her head resting beneath his chin as if it were always meant to be there.
“ jonathan ... ” his name, a prayer upon her lips, “ you’re alright. your letters, they had stopped, and when you did not return on the day you had promised, i thought surely, something terrible must have befallen you. i knew you would not approve of my taking the journey alone but i could not bare the thought of you in distress. oh, my love. ” and she is kissing him again, hands burying themselves in the lapels of his jacket. but he does not kiss her back. why is he not kissing her? she pulls away, eyes wide and searching, “ jonathan? is everything alright? i thought you would be happy to see me. ”
@hrker , ( . . . ) did not ask for this but got it anyway.
