As she approaches, her stomach tenses and she wants to go back to her table but it's too late to turn around; he's noticed her.
She's close enough to smell him and her smile falters as she gets nearer. He doesn't only smell bad, but vaguely of hospitals and burnt flesh. She looks at him without seeing him, noting that he's wary, and his face hasn't been scarred. She can't hold eye contact for very long, glancing away and finding evidence of other bruises, seeing ligature marks around his wrists and she breathes through her mouth, trying not to think about what could have happened to him.
It's easier to focus on his face and there's something familiar about him, details coming to light like waiting for a picture on a slow server, and she freezes as the synapses connect.
No. No. It's impossible. No. Please No.
Never in her life has she wanted to be wrong more, but she'd know those eyes anywhere and oh God he's trying to say her name.
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Date: 2007-02-11 02:27 am (UTC)She's close enough to smell him and her smile falters as she gets nearer. He doesn't only smell bad, but vaguely of hospitals and burnt flesh. She looks at him without seeing him, noting that he's wary, and his face hasn't been scarred. She can't hold eye contact for very long, glancing away and finding evidence of other bruises, seeing ligature marks around his wrists and she breathes through her mouth, trying not to think about what could have happened to him.
It's easier to focus on his face and there's something familiar about him, details coming to light like waiting for a picture on a slow server, and she freezes as the synapses connect.
No. No. It's impossible. No. Please No.
Never in her life has she wanted to be wrong more, but she'd know those eyes anywhere and oh God he's trying to say her name.