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A/N: Drabble (100 words) set during The Unquiet Dead
Unity
Cold bricks and bars. Cold flesh, walking. Cold fear: for her, for him, for them. Then touch. Gentle brush of fingers, back to back; tentative, hesitant. Slow smooth slide, palm to palm. Fingers reaching, caressing; gently twisting together, entwined. Strength given, strength received.
Unity.
Breathless hesitation at the strength, the warmth, the perfect moment of clarity. A heartbeat's ringing silence, filled with shouted truths.
Rising ferocity, roaring up between them: from joined hands, from joined hearts.
In that moment they would stand together as one, until the last. No regrets.
Perfect truth, perfect trust.
"I'm so glad I met you."