The cigarette abandoned in an ashtray, Vanessa cupped his face with her newly freed hand, searching his eyes and his soul for more. "You still hold the Divine in you," she told him, unable to look away, unable to stop feeling, her pupils blown, her lips parted around an awed breath. "It's beautiful."
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Date: 2016-05-16 08:37 pm (UTC)