an. no timeline, so i guess post-pith.
He watches her work from a distance, his eyes tracing her delicate features. Features he has seen marred by heartache and disappointment too many times. Yet they are at ease with her here, in this place, with her mind busy in another world, hands fluttering over a mystery made of bone. Her skin stretches and folds in concentration and his stretches and folds in admiration. He would never tell her that he thinks she is beautiful when she is confused. But there are many things he does not risk telling her, wary of upsetting his precarious hold on her. When he thinks about the cosmic balance sheet, he can't help but wonder where exactly she sits on the scale. He has done things in his life, things that whilst he is not proud of, he is responsible for. He is a man that has done terrible things. And yet, somehow he has won the right to have her by his side. She, who must lie somewhere near the top of the list, he has decided, whether or not she believes in it.
thank you for reading my pointless little ditty, i am working on something longer but my brain wont co-operate with my vocabulary. :)