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Archie's back over by the observation windows. This time he's got a purpose, he's not just watching the stars die; he's watching for her wolves.

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

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"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.))

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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."

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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*))

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

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"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.

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

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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."

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

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

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.