(Lucretia's voice can only come out in a whisper over the lump in her throat. She drops her things on the floor, and cups Beverly's face in both her hands, stroking her cheek with her thumb. To have her home again just like that, after a week's heartache– is it really so simple? Her heart is racing.
Beverly has tears in her eyes. She must have gone home and come back again, as Loki had done, but... 'I missed you so much'; as did Lucretia, but not so much to come to stare at her lover as if seeing a ghost.)
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(Lucretia's voice can only come out in a whisper over the lump in her throat. She drops her things on the floor, and cups Beverly's face in both her hands, stroking her cheek with her thumb. To have her home again just like that, after a week's heartache– is it really so simple? Her heart is racing.
Beverly has tears in her eyes. She must have gone home and come back again, as Loki had done, but... 'I missed you so much'; as did Lucretia, but not so much to come to stare at her lover as if seeing a ghost.)
And for how long?