[Jill can't help but smile as Clive speaks with a love so rich and so pure that it makes her cheeks bloom pink in the moonlight. And as they continue to gaze upon each other, her smile grows in radiance until her entire face lights up to match its brightness. How could she ever forget a man so wonderful? How could she think, even for a moment, that there's a power in this universe good enough and strong enough to create anything better than a pale imitation of him?
That he will always return to her should be an impossible promise, too romantic in notion to be something concrete, and yet it's one of the simplest truths Jill knows. She's held it in her heart ever since she was a girl, when she first came to see his place in her life as being akin to how dawn always follows the night, and all he's done is prove it ever since.
With her hands still clasped in his, she lifts them gently upwards – not to free herself, but rather to encourage him back to his feet.]
Then bring your heart closer to mine, Clive. Let me hold you again.
[There's a break in her voice that not even she can hide. She's not far enough removed from being entrenched in the fear she'd never see him again to not be awestruck that he's here with her in a different world, well and whole, even if she knows it's not as simple as that. If the magic here can take the sickness from Joshua's lungs, then it can breathe life into Clive's.
For now, though, she lets that thought fall to the wayside. They have time here. More than they've ever had before. And in this moment, all she wants is to enjoy being near him again, knowing that for once, there's nothing looming on the horizon besides a rising sun.]
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That he will always return to her should be an impossible promise, too romantic in notion to be something concrete, and yet it's one of the simplest truths Jill knows. She's held it in her heart ever since she was a girl, when she first came to see his place in her life as being akin to how dawn always follows the night, and all he's done is prove it ever since.
With her hands still clasped in his, she lifts them gently upwards – not to free herself, but rather to encourage him back to his feet.]
Then bring your heart closer to mine, Clive. Let me hold you again.
[There's a break in her voice that not even she can hide. She's not far enough removed from being entrenched in the fear she'd never see him again to not be awestruck that he's here with her in a different world, well and whole, even if she knows it's not as simple as that. If the magic here can take the sickness from Joshua's lungs, then it can breathe life into Clive's.
For now, though, she lets that thought fall to the wayside. They have time here. More than they've ever had before. And in this moment, all she wants is to enjoy being near him again, knowing that for once, there's nothing looming on the horizon besides a rising sun.]