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With a faint smile, she takes his hand, and sits down next to him. Resting her head on his shoulder, she looks back out the windows.

"Need a special way to see them, Archie." Quietly. She figured what he was looking for.

He frowns.

"Of course you do."

He holds her gently enough, but the muscle in his jaw is working, he speaks throught clenched teeth:

"And I can't do anything but wait..."

She runs her fingers against his jaw. "There always was... just waiting. And if we do nothing but watch the stars and wait, what time will we lose?"

He sighs.

"I know, I know. You're right, of course. It's just so bloody frustrating not being able to do anything. I keep asking myself how long do we have? How long before you are taken away from me. I'm trying very hard not to be selfish, but it doesn't come easily."

A faint wince, and she closes her eyes.

He buries his face in her hair once again, breathing in it's sweet scent and sighing apologetically.

"I'm sorry my love, I'm so sorry. That was ever so unfair of me. The future is... the future. It is uncertain by definition, so we should be making the most of what we have."

He squeezes her a little closer.

A nod, and faint sniffle, tucking her head in the crook between his neck and shoulder.

"And it said I had a choice..."

"Yes. It did."

His voice is mostly neutral, it is good that she can't see his face or she would know that this little comforts him.

"Always choices here, isn't it? Never had them before. Never a chance." Quietly. Storm blue eyes reflect the light from the dying stars.

He is silent. He's afraid that if he opens his mouth he will find himself at her feet, begging her not to go, to ignore the call of her people, her gods, to stay with him. He can't, won't do that to her.

And if anyone told her to stay, and not leave...

A long sigh, staying close. Breathing in his scent.

"Talk to me? Please? Anything. Something nice."

He squeezes his eyes shut, swallowing hard.

"I love you... Always"

((Okay, so I'm back... ish. But I don't have AIM. I have Windows messenger, but I'm not entirely certain how that works...))

Svava blinks, and moves around to take his face in her hands, as if he were glass and breakable.

And she kisses him, gently.

He isn't quite able to stifle the sob that wants to tear it's way from his throat as she kisses him.

"Always."

He's not glass and he won't break; he's flesh and bone and blood and he kisses her again as if to prove it.

Flesh and bone and blood and kisses and tears. Its bitter and sweet and wistful and wishing and if the stars are exploding a few yards beyond them-- those are lightyears away from him and her and now.

One hand slides up to tangle once more in her hair while the other holds her close. Always before he's held back, knowing that too much was a thing too close for comfort. But not any more. Now he wants to make sure that every moment counts; each kiss could be the last.

He's afraid that 'never' will come all too soon.

And when you're coming to think each day at a place might be your last? Specially with someone you love? ~~And Milliways first shotgun wedding would be amusing to see. However-~~

Svava keeps kissing him, trying to remember the touch and feel of each time. To never forget.

The feel of her in his arms, the taste of her lips, the scent of her hair, the way she makes his heart beat faster, how he never wants to let her go.

The kiss is almost bruising, but he's not thinking any more. He's just being with her here, now.

It could be bruising. Svava gasps, though more from emotion, and moves to trail a line of kisses down his neck.

He groans softly in the back of his throat at her kisses, her touch and bends to kiss the curve of her shoulder.

"Svava... I want... Oh God, I don't know what I want any more..."

Shaking, she finds his hands, and tangles her fingers in his own.

"... love and happiness and peace?" Softly.

He bows his head, resting it on their joined hands.

"Is that too much to ask?"

She sighs softly, and leans her head against his.

"Or maybe... just some people always know there's something out there that they can do, to help others... and so they go and do it. No matter how much it costs them."

There's only so much maneuvering one can do while sitting in a booth in a bar, but somehow he's holding her again, almost cradling her; his face partially buried in her hair, which is of course, his favorite way to be.

"We tend to call those people 'heroes,' my love. Those that make the impossible seem plausible."

"They're heros if their stories survive and get told by others." A faint, dry smile. "Their own sort of immortality, being remembered by history." She closes her eyes.

"But... people you would say were ordinary... Or maybe its just that most don't know how to see the soul that makes up a person."

He lays his cheek on her hair, musing softly.

"People can still be heroes even if their stories are not told, or are forgotten somewhere along the line. Even feats one might consider small and inconsequential might seem grand and heroic to someone watching, and therefore that person will always be a hero, at least in someone's mind. Many times, the most heroic people are the ones who do not see themselves as heros, just people who saw what needed to be done and did it."

He knows so many; a gangly young man wit an unruly mop of dark hair primary among them.

He closes his eyes as well, enjoying the feel of her warm weight against him.

"Hm." She toys with a button on the front of his uniform. "You're a hero." Quietly. "I can see it."

"Oh, I wouldn't say th... Oh."

He blushes, glad once again that she's not looking at his face.

((Eh, I don't have to work until the evening; tomorrow's schedule is pretty much the same as todays for me. I am getting sleepy though. I'd forgotten how much easier this is with IM's.))

She glances up, though, and gives him a faint smile.

"... I am a Valkyrie, Archie. We escort the chosen dead to Valhalla and Sesrunmir. We would have to know if a warrior was worthy to go there."

Svava rests a hand over his heart. "So we see things like that, if we look."

He shakes his head, unable to say anything at all to that declaration. So instead, he cups her face in his hand, tracing his thumb across her cheekbone, wondering all over agian how she came to be with someone like him.

((Um... I think I'm about done for. I'll type at you tomorrow? *snugggles*))

She glances back at him, blue meeting blue. Svava gives him a faint smile. She told him one of the reasons, right there.

"I do love you so," He whispers, pressing a small kiss to her hairline. I Don't want to loose you, I've only just found you...

He sighs.

"Here, now, always... Never forget that... And never small; it means so much... so much..."

She nods quietly, then tilts her head, face against his. Close enough he can feel her lashes brush against his cheek.

"Each and every moment. Always."

Close enough that he barely has to move and their lips are touching, too softly to even be considered a kiss.

She murmurs quietly. Norse. And lightly, so lightly, barely kisses him back.

He knows, somewhere in the back of his mind, that eventually they'll have to go back to the business of living. At least for a little while. But he also knows that this knowledge will be hanging over them until the very moment she's called away. And since he can do nothing about that, he very slowly deepens the kiss, savoring every touch, every sigh, every taste.

Making each moment last. A treasure. An eternity. She's always thought anyone had eternity here. Weren't the stars always dying outside the window, afterall?

One hand against his neck, fingers in his hair, breathing him in.

Always... and never. Here they are the same thing. And now, more than ever, and growing with every passing moment, he wants her. All of her; heart, soul, mind, spirit.

The ancients believed that the the breath was the vehicle of the soul and that kissing was a mingling of two people's spirits. Never has he wished so fervently that they were right.

Her heart and mind and soul and spirit are sharing the same wish and desire as Archie, at this moment. And this moment, if she had her way, would never end. Eternity, and she would be his.

Always.