hope when you take that jump / you don't fear the fall

Megara stilled for a moment at his words, her eyes softening as she met his gaze. Forever is such a long time, she murmured, her tone quiet, almost reverent. The weight of his sentiment settled over her, and she let it linger, brushing her thumb against the edge of her wine glass. A promise, she thought, her heart tugging at the bittersweet edge of it. The unresolved issue of his heart still hung over them, but there was no doubts over where they stood.

Setting her glass down on the table, Meg glanced toward the couch and plucked a cushion from it, holding it to her chest for a moment before moving to the stool. I think here’s a good place to start, she said, her voice warm.

Tilting her head, she gave him a faint smile over her shoulder. It feels right. To have those words with me. Even if I don’t hear them, I can carry them. Her fingers traced a small circle on her knee, grounding herself in the moment. They’ll be a reminder, no matter what comes of us, that we’re one. We’re Family, and Home.

Her head turned slightly as she shifted her braids to one side, baring the nape of her neck. Alright, you poet,[q] she said softly, her voice tinged with some excitement. [q]Let’s make it permanent.

@Nairn Neirdre