But that's a choice too, and River hasn't made it, so Del's hand is tight on hers yet.
And the other arm snakes out, quick and nimble, and wraps around River's torso, catching her and lifting her up again and holding her carefully on the rafter.
I hurt too, she doesn't say, just holds River close and gentle and lets her see and see.
And sees with her and sees with her.
The rafters smell like grass in the summer sun.
The cell smells like sweat and old wine and rotting fruit, and Delirium wraps arms around Kitty (too much too much too tight and too much) and smiles.
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But that's a choice too, and River hasn't made it, so Del's hand is tight on hers yet.
And the other arm snakes out, quick and nimble, and wraps around River's torso, catching her and lifting her up again and holding her carefully on the rafter.
I hurt too, she doesn't say, just holds River close and gentle and lets her see and see.
And sees with her and sees with her.
The rafters smell like grass in the summer sun.
The cell smells like sweat and old wine and rotting fruit, and Delirium wraps arms around Kitty (too much too much too tight and too much) and smiles.
Del kisses her (KiSsEs HeR) temple(s).