I watch the city burn, these dreams like ashes float away...
Somehow it was always so easy to fall back into their arms, to hold them close, let them wrap themselves around her and welcome her home again no matter how long it had been. No matter how much they’d all changed, no matter what they’d been through. She melted into their mirrored embrace, sighed softly as they touched her skin, lips not shying away from a thousand new scars that sprawled and slashed their way across her body.
She kept touching too, basking in the heat of their skin, reveling in the scent of them after all this time. “You’ve changed,” she murmured, letting her fire flicker back to life and touch them too, tracing fingers along their sides where she couldn’t reach, coaxing them closer still. “Seems we have a lot to catch up on.”
Later, though.
She drifted back and forth between them, lips touching one shoulder and then the other, trailing lines up each neck in turn, rubbing her cheek against their skin, burying her face in their manes and breathing them in, letting their mingled scents wash over her and ease something inside that had been searching for so long. She’d spent so much time alone, most of her life, and even the fierce joy of having a brand new baby daughter sleeping so nearby hadn’t diminished the ache in her chest, the quiet yearning to be wrapped up in love.
To be wrapped up in home.
Their familiar scent soothed that ache, though, and she murmured, “Tell me?”
...your voice I never heard, only silence.