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Daryl Dixon ([personal profile] worn_wings) wrote in [community profile] what_wings_dare 2014-10-20 01:56 pm (UTC)

There’s nothing in this world or any other that isn’t for a limited time only. From time to time, though, it’s nice to pretend.

He half rolls onto his side, the better to meet her eyes, still far more relaxed than he feels he has a right to be. They’re close enough to touch, close enough that it doesn’t matter if they aren’t, right now. Daryl prefers it like this; quiet, understood, without having to say a thing.

Maybe someday they’ll have a moment to laze around like this without the shadow of loss waiting in the wings. Doesn’t seem likely. But holding out hope, for little things or big ones, that’s important. Easy to lose sight of. What he should be focusing on is that they’re both here, for now, they’re safe as they can be and they’re alive, which is no small feat, considering. That should be reason enough to make the most of the time they have.

(But, then, they are in their way, even if he’s not making a move to do anything more than fumble for her hand with his, not looking down. It’s not fear, it’s that he doesn’t want to change things out of sorrow. He’d rather it be clear that there’s more to this than seeking comfort.)

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